[ She stays a little tense in his arms for a moment like she doesn't quite trust him not to go back to touching her as soon as her guard's down. Then she relaxes. ]
So you do have a little self control.
[ Her fingers trail up to tentatively skim the fresh bite on her neck. Sh-she's sort of worried what a mess she's going to be when she finally gets a chance to look in a mirror. ]
[ He would say that he was tempted when she let her guard down again... but honestly? Not this time. ]
Hah... of course I am. I'm the vile dragon... the Mors King.
[ So he says... following it up by poking her cheek with his claw. How truly terrifying, yes... but fortunately for him, it's not like she can ruin his reputation or anything. ]
The awful, awful creature... who you now belong to.
[ Such an awful creature... well, really, he's not wrong. Just because he's being kind to her now doesn't change all the terror he's inflicted on Fragaria in just her lifetime alone. By all means, she should still be terrified of him - the idea of being owned by a monster like the Mors King should be a fate worse than death.
... But she finds herself laughing. Maybe he wasn't wrong when he called her a Saintess of Ruin. She's really fallen far, hasn't she? ]
Better you than one of the knights or nobles back home. If I went back now, chances are good they'd just marry me off to someone who needed a trophy. If I'm going to be part of someone's collection, I'd rather it be someone who takes care of their things.
[ It's a title that suits her, he thinks... and strangely, he doesn't mean that as an insult. Not that he's sure if it can be called a compliment, either. ]
Hah... I imagine your hand in marriage would be the prize for rescuing you... but alas.
[ Takes care of their things... he can't help but eye the marks he's made on her at that statement. It's hardly what he'd consider "taking care of her", but... he likes it. He pulls her close again, marveling at just how small she is compared to him. ]
They'll be sorely disappointed... when they find that I've already corrupted their precious Saintess.
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Alright, alright... if you insist.
[ She really is... so fragile. ]
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So you do have a little self control.
[ Her fingers trail up to tentatively skim the fresh bite on her neck. Sh-she's sort of worried what a mess she's going to be when she finally gets a chance to look in a mirror. ]
You're awful, you know.
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Hah... of course I am. I'm the vile dragon... the Mors King.
[ So he says... following it up by poking her cheek with his claw. How truly terrifying, yes... but fortunately for him, it's not like she can ruin his reputation or anything. ]
The awful, awful creature... who you now belong to.
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... But she finds herself laughing. Maybe he wasn't wrong when he called her a Saintess of Ruin. She's really fallen far, hasn't she? ]
Better you than one of the knights or nobles back home. If I went back now, chances are good they'd just marry me off to someone who needed a trophy. If I'm going to be part of someone's collection, I'd rather it be someone who takes care of their things.
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Hah... I imagine your hand in marriage would be the prize for rescuing you... but alas.
[ Takes care of their things... he can't help but eye the marks he's made on her at that statement. It's hardly what he'd consider "taking care of her", but... he likes it. He pulls her close again, marveling at just how small she is compared to him. ]
They'll be sorely disappointed... when they find that I've already corrupted their precious Saintess.