That apathy in Aïtana's eyes made Catarina smirk. She had played this game before. She [i]knew[/i] people with a will this strong could never break this early. It was a fake apathy, one constructed to throw her off, to make her think she's breaking no ground.

[i]Delicious[/i]. 

She'd seen many like this in the past. Both within Castrolibero and without. There was a shimmer of defiance in the ones who hadn't truly broken. Oh how lovely to watch it turn. She swept a strand of hair from her face and looked down her nose into Aïtana's eyes. [color=c91414]"Miss Du'Vall... darling, no... you know better than this, surely?"[/color] she drawled, mocking the other woman with everything, all the way down to the rhythm of her words. [color=c91414]"Or... maybe not? Okay, let me explain. Sometimes when you say certain things, like say...[/color] [color=fab900][i]I recommend taking a long look into the mirror. You might throw up from the very view you find in it[/i][/color] [color=c91414]or...[/color] [color=fab900][i]just to blame it on me once you start your torture, I'd suggest you cut to the act[/i][/color][color=c91414], it [i]implies[/i] certain things. That means you might not say it, but the words still carry the meaning! Exciting, right? For example, those words [i]imply[/i] that you think of me as a monster."[/color]

Throughout the entire explanation she kept a mockingly sincere expression on her face, complete with a furrowed brow and pouty lips. She put deliberate effort into mocking Aïtana's tone while she was quoting her. Unwilling to stop there, she continued, saying [color=c91414]"Another example might be that this entire time I have been [i]implying[/i] that you're a fucking idiot. Didn't you pick up on that, darling?"[/color]

Her mouth split into a wide smile, lighting up her eyes. This really was too easy. She briefly reconsidered picking on such low-hanging fruit. Surely it couldn't be this easy? But... no. Instead, she giggled a low and flirtatious giggle.  [color=c91414]"Oh you're too much fun darling. Maybe I [i]will[/i] let you one day. You know, let you uhh... 'save' me - [i]deep, deep inside[/i],"[/color] she booped Aïtana on the nose and winked, [color=c91414]"Maybe."[/color]

With a swirl and a swish, Catarina stood. She walked behind the chair once more, this time lifting it back up so Aïtana was once again seated properly. [i]Guests should never be made to feel uncomfortable[/i]. The chair creaked as it pivoted. A long, high whine. A [i]thud[/i] as it connected with the carpet. Cata circled around to position herself in front of Aïtana. She crouched slightly, coming down to eye level with her captive.

[color=c91414]"But after all this you say I'm responsible for my actions? Go on then. Hold me responsible, and I'll hold you responsible,"[/color] she said, slowly, deliberately. Dangerously. [color=c91414]"I won't if you won't, darling."[/color]

She winked.