Mez watched her as she began to respond. Marga seemed calm and collected but he knew that she was anything but. Still, he played along, making sure to stare as she moved to stretch her body in such a way that would be hard for him not to. Even despite being half Thuboisii, she still held a certain feminine charm over him. Who could blame him though, he was male after all. He remembered most of the times he'd seen her naked, she was beautiful. He'd find himself simply staring at her, appreciating every aspect of her body. His memories remain altered now, however. Slowly her true heritage would begin to reveal itself and his resentment towards her kind grew as it did so. Soon he would be overcome with fury. It was difficult to explain why but oftentimes the anger would get the best of him. This time, however, he did well to keep himself in check. 

[i]"Oh darling, the last time we were together, your hands were around my neck trying to choke the life out of me, so you see, these are only here to stop me returning the favour."[/i] [@Bonjour xx]

Mez had to stifle an outburst of laughter but managed to keep it to a wry smile. [b]"Oh, you're still hung up about that?"[/b] He replied. His smile growing wider. [b]"Figures, but I guess it was only a matter of time before you'd want to touch me again. If it's rough-housing you're interested in, though, I'm game for another round if you are?"[/b] His thoughts flashed back to the last time they saw each other. He was above her, his powerful hands wrapped around her delicate neck. There was so much anger, so much rage. He couldn't remember why he'd directed it towards her so explicitly. She was merely a half-breed. And even then, her race hadn't killed his parents[i]...but they were the reason for their deaths.[/i]