[She smiles, almost knowingly, even though it's because of no greater significance than HEH I GET TO KILL A GUY WITH SOMEONE HEH, and tucks back a chunk of hair. As a gesture, it's almost dainty.]
My pleasure.
[Lust is able to walk surprisingly quietly for someone wearing such ridiculous heels, a matter of centuries of practice, and it's only a little while before she's tapping the man on the back with one short, blunt set of fingers. When he turns, it's an even shorter time before she's pressing her nails, suddenly sharp and lethal, to the soft flesh of the man's neck. It doesn't take much of a push to maneuver him back towards Bellatrix and into the opening of an alley, and she whispers into his ear, "Shh," as though he's a misbehaving child. He might as well be, for all the choice he has.
As an aside:]
That wasn't so hard, was it? [And without further ado Lust shoves him roughly against the wall, her expression fixed at that same nexus of amused and supercool notcurring. He stumbles and falls, not least because her nails have just arced out to clip at his ankles, effectively hobbling him. She seems to do all of this with the pleasure of someone completing a simple household task, one that's been repeated frequently enough to gain its own charm, and her voice is matter-of-fact as she says:] If you scream, I'll slit your throat myself.
[He screams anyway, but she supposes she can't begrudge him a little of that--not when it would be such a chore to find another one. If it becomes too unsightly, they can use his shirt as a gag. RESOURCEFULNESS, YALL. She looks at Bellatrix expectantly.]
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My pleasure.
[Lust is able to walk surprisingly quietly for someone wearing such ridiculous heels, a matter of centuries of practice, and it's only a little while before she's tapping the man on the back with one short, blunt set of fingers. When he turns, it's an even shorter time before she's pressing her nails, suddenly sharp and lethal, to the soft flesh of the man's neck. It doesn't take much of a push to maneuver him back towards Bellatrix and into the opening of an alley, and she whispers into his ear, "Shh," as though he's a misbehaving child. He might as well be, for all the choice he has.
As an aside:]
That wasn't so hard, was it? [And without further ado Lust shoves him roughly against the wall, her expression fixed at that same nexus of amused and supercool notcurring. He stumbles and falls, not least because her nails have just arced out to clip at his ankles, effectively hobbling him. She seems to do all of this with the pleasure of someone completing a simple household task, one that's been repeated frequently enough to gain its own charm, and her voice is matter-of-fact as she says:] If you scream, I'll slit your throat myself.
[He screams anyway, but she supposes she can't begrudge him a little of that--not when it would be such a chore to find another one. If it becomes too unsightly, they can use his shirt as a gag. RESOURCEFULNESS, YALL. She looks at Bellatrix expectantly.]