Silas's fingers tinkered with the brooch he had pinned back to her chest after helping her get into another dress.
Twiddling with the vial of his own blood chained around her neck came naturally as his second target.
"So, are you cozy and comfortable enough to elaborate now?" he asked, his other hand going behind her to fondle her back and hips as she sat upon his lap.
Her eyes darted from the highest button on the collar of his vest to the silver stripes on his shoulders, then back to that same button again.
It was as though those two things were the most interesting thing in the world.
But Silas knew better than to believe that. Her silence had nothing to do with her being distracted and he was right.
By then her lungs had returned to pumping just the right amount of air through her veins after the sniveling and the tears resulting from their… Exercise had been wiped.
