Marianne chuckles darkly as she watches Jerry grovel at her feet. It's not a full-blown evil laugh, the kind that would invite crashing thunder and blinding flashes of lightning, but you can hear the potential for all of that building in her throat. It's too much, seeing this exalted Annunaki in the exact pose she might this very same evening have demanded Étoile bend herself into had she said more than a handful of words out of line. Ah, but playtime is sadly almost over, [i]n'est-ce pas?[/i]

"Come, little cow. It's time to open the door you say cannot be opened. We must be ready before our guest of honor arrives."

She curls her fingers onto her palm by way of waving and then flashes her terrifying wolfish grin to see Jerry crawl after her all hampered by her chains. That's good, yes! That's what you deserve, yes yes! She melts into the floor with a hop and a flutter of her long coat only to reappear a moment later, leaning against the door to the Nameless Library and casually lighting a cigarette.

It's an affectation, really, just part of the show. A trick stick she learned about back in high school when she needed ways to get back at Papa for whatever little things he did to upset her. But the smoke she can blow out is at once so casual and so dramatic that it's perfect for Marianne. She snorts a cloud of the stuff, like a dragon contemplating dinner. 

"Do you like it here, Jerry? Is the decor to your taste? You'll be getting... intimately familiar with it tonight, yes." she tosses her head back and laughs at the involuntary shudder, "Aww, you're not surprised, are you? Every good thief leaves a calling card to mark their crimes, little cow. Tonight, you are mine. So make sure you leave an impression on your little friends when they find you~"

She's building dangerously close to that laugh, now. It's already echoing through the deep chamber, reaching the ears of the dangling guards who will hear it in their nightmares tonight. She stops herself to take another long drag of her cigarette, and breathes a deep ring of smoke out through the chains of her mask. She lets the light fall and stamps it out on the heel of her heavy boot. While she grinds it underfoot she inspects her gloves with casual disdain, pulling them tighter on her hands and then tucking her arms behind her head. She flashes another smile, all rubies and mirth with no love in it at all.

"You're picturing it, right? Don't worry, I'll take [i]very[/i] good care of your veil. It'll be the crown jewel of my collection! Shall I take it now? You want that, don't you? You do, yes! Let Marianne take the weight of your repression from your face! Let us... ah. How disappointing, our Inquisitor has arrived. Greetings to my second key! Have you met my first?"