Conversing with the woman was intriguing at the least. She laughed at his witty comment and added, "Is that so, many have leered from afar...but this is the first time I have been so blatantly refused. Is it not within your customs for those to accept the responsibility of ones actions" He smirked as he believed he might be able to equalize this situation, he retorted, "We are but strangers with different customs, but it seems as though I have become your scape goat. I do not know for which reason you have chosen me, whether out of connivence or amusement, I would implore you to not involve this troubled subject...but from your actions and gestures it would seem those words will not stand unabated...a pity I guess some 'acts of reciprocity' will always be one sided. "
At this point, the lady's smile increased and she became more animated as she revealed her previously hidden ears, which had a pair of purple with a black insignia jeweled earring. If one looked closely they would see a flying serpent and a mutated scorpion fighting an eternal battle. She still did not seem to care that her body was being exposed to a stranger, as she knew he could not get away. "I can assure you, cooperation will suite both of our interest equally". She didn't deny giving into his demands, but it still worried him that she hadn't given any actual information yet. It made him fret to no end, being under the knife yet again in such a brief period of time. What kind of equals threaten with leverage of chastity, information, as well as a difference in assets on the first encounter. He started pinching the bridge of his nose. An old and reliable habit of his that followed him prior to his incarceration. It would seem, he was imperative for whatever scheme she had in mind, and one that required him to be immediately subdued.
Sighing, he needed to fish for more information, so he replied rather passively with " and how would you know of my desires?" , at the least hoping to get an idea of how implicated he was. Acknowledging a portion of his intentions, she nodded and replied" I know what and who you are, as for further clarification we can talk in a more private place Mister.... what was it again.....code name Closing The Breached Parallax... a truly 'remarkable' title for a convert and paramount experiment such as yourself". At the end, she did not hold back in chuckling as she put emphasis on the name, she could not help but want to nit pick.
He on the other hand, could only frown without showing it. Such an uncanny method of diplomacy, if she was indeed the puppeteer, for how long had he been careened into his current predicament. What a fearsome mind. On the off topic, she was someone important, but there were no guards in sight....were they just hidden that well, surely right? He didn't bother asking her affiliation, as he figured that would be in the list of things she would disclose in his missing blanks if he was indeed 'equal'. He confirmed she was not stalling, however the facade of her she built in the conversation, made it difficult to gauge her other masked intentions.
However inquisitive he felt, he needed to be alive and not in chains to appreciate it. As he was stuck in reverie, she had walked into the pool of water to bathe herself. She splayed herself in a suggestive and playful manner wanting to entice him. He almost lost himself again. He had to admit she was indeed a fine rose, but all roses have their thorns. He turned to the side as to position himself away from her, and asked, "How should I address you?". Without a second of thought she replied with "How rude, we are equals and fairly acquainted, yet you ask that question without making eye contact....you have seen my everything, shouldn't you reciprocate my greeting"
Under his breath, he muttered in a low monotone voice "a greeting.....you surely jest if you think you can fool me into believing this was a custom of your society". She somehow heard him across the pool, and put on a 'O no, you caught me'look, but as he was looking in a different direction, he could naturally not see it. He still heard the gasp though, which made him assume she was still trying to get his attention. He could hear her swimming closer to him, great are you trying to tell me he almost drank water used by another to bathe. He could not help but shudder. She was getting closer, he had a knife in his pocket, but again he did not believe that was the right way to solve it.
He felt a breath on his ear and whisper "Call me Oxana, or .....Eriu...which ever pleases you more". He could feel her breath, this startled him a bit. He pitched a tent, and looked away. Internally he was shouting, "why are you betraying me brother". He calmed himself and said while turning around to her "If you are trying to elicit a feeling of elation, best not trip over your own two feet. While your body is enticing, I don't have a habit of entering the lions den. Ms. Oxana I will not indulge just out of principle, but out of respect" (also I do not touch crazy, however beautiful the body or dry the season, some of the few complications I would rather avoid). He stopped and spoke again," I will however enjoy this bath".
Taking off his clothes revealed his ghastly burn wound and bruises, however other than that, he had a fairly toned body. For the first time she blushed and said "I didn't take you as a man who would reject orally and then physically accept my advances." He look at her who had a hungry look on her face, he put on a neutral expression, and entered the pool while saying, "My apologies, I was trying to convey I would rather bathe, then converse with you". Two can play that game, he smirked with a shit faced grin, however petty it was, he had suffered many losses since first conversing with her.
The water was cold but refreshing, he heard behind his back "Someday you will come around, and you will be only mine"... He shivered, and thought insane, deranged... and fucking crazy to think he had poked the crazed oversized polar bear with a stick and shouted come eat me, the only saving grace were his injuries and slight sickly appearance. It looks like I really have suffered brain atrophy from all the time on the operation table. Then he realized a key point, she wanted to take him as a possession, meaning no escape. Well after he got his bearing straight and milked her for her worth, he would find a way to escape this platonic field of endearment.
Out of nowhere, the lady handed him a bar of soap and brush to wash. He was not surprised at this point and starting washing himself making sure that the grime and sweat did not irritate the burn would lest he end up with an infection. He would not even be surprised if it was the antiseptic, knowing how little he had been watched. She even started to wash him, which against his better judgment he accepted. After 5 minutes, both figures were finished bathing, and exited the pool not only to find new clothes and but also to find his journal sitting on top of new clothes.