Yolanda regarded him for a long moment, clearly considering what her next move would be. As much as she wished otherwise, Silas was still in control, despite his jovial attitude and laid back persona. He was still the criminal, the hostage taker, and she the victim. The thought irritated her to no end.

In this situation, she would take small victories where she could get them. She would take control of tiny aspects and maintain a feeling of dominance. Yolanda looked the man in the eye and gave a crooked smile, something she often did in other situations. A small apostrophe shaped mark appeared above the right corner of her mouth.

"Kiss me, then," She didn't ask, simply demanded in a quietly authoritative tone. "And I'll tell you whether you should have such a bragging right."