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Not raising her eyes from her book again, she replied to Yawgmoth. "Indeed, I will not do any favors for you tonight. My hand is fine, thanks for asking." she said, raising the hand he had broken, wiggling her fingers to show everything was once again intact, not that he cared.

*David silently backed into his corner, very interested in the procedings*

"Oh you're entertaining enough pet. Maybe it is your quick tongue that makes us not just up and kill you. But maybe" Yawgmoth said sitting the bottle down cracking his knuckles "Maybe you could use another attitude adjustment. We can't have you talking like that to Crow if she's around." Yawgmoth stood up and sighed shaking his head back and forth tossing his fire red hair around "Or maybe you have learned your lesson and you'll apologize for the rudeness right now. Otherwise we're afraid we'll have to be violent again. You don't want that now do you?" Yawgmoth stated in a mocking tone of voice.

Looking over in David's direction, she gently closed her book. As always, he was making the most drama possible with whatever was on his mind. Placing her hand on the binding of the book, it disappeared. Ready to enjoy the show, she propped her arm on the arm of the couch, resting her chin on her fingers, shifting her attention between the two males.

*supprised that he didn't ignore him, David quickly responded*~You humble me...sir, if it turns to violence, strike her in her fleshy areas, she'll be less likely to bruse, and her flesh will remain tender...perfect for...how did you put it, a feast? Besides, you don't want her to be deformed when you offer her to your beloved...~

Yawgmoth actually laughed at at Ziven's display. He was so highly amused she would do that to the poor kid. He stopped where he was standing and hunched over in laughter. She was bright enough not to attempt an attack at Yawgmoth who was the one who meant to do her harm anyway but this was too good to be true. Yawgmoth wiped a tear from his eye, his amusement was at a peak. He knew he'd picked the right pet to suffice. He decided to wait and see what David would do before moving any closer or getting involved.

Turning toward both males, now that they were both on the same end of the room, she observed Yawgmoth and David silently. Though she did not find the laughter terribly surprising, she did not understand why he found this to be quite so amusing. Raising a brow, she crossed her arms over her middle. "Perhaps his 'fleshy bits' would be more appealing, now that he has been ... tenderized a bit, no?"

Hearing David's comment, she frowned. "You say that as if he has no interest in feating upon my blood. Even if he were to devour me, it would still involve my blood. I have lost my patience with you and your constant games and have decided to play a game with you in retaliation. Though I must admit, I gain no satisfaction from this, not like this." Raising her hand again, she first made a motion like grabbing a string, then released her fingers, the opposite motions of the spell that bound him, now restoring his limbs for his own use. She then turned her attention to Yawgmoth, expecting he to speak again before David would have something to say.

*David stood, examining his limbs fo injuries. Finding none, he turned to the dark one and said*~nor did I mean it like that sire...I fully understood your purpose. All I was saying was that blood from a bruise isn't very apitizing...~