He stinks of alcohol. His precious blood calls to her and it made her angry to be aware it is tainted by whatever he has drunk.
She looked at him as he entered her confinement, the door bolted down behind him by the guards.
She was already chained and he still fears she will be able to get out of her cell if the door was left open. She wanted to laugh, what kind of a monster does he really think she is?
He never really reached a point of intoxication in the past and neither has he drank wine before seeing her before. So she couldn't help but feel quite disappointed over his behavior just now.
She narrowed her eyes as his long strides brought him to her. Her gaze would have caused a hole drilled into his skull if she looked even more intensely than she does now.
He smelled of a lady's perfume. The smell infuriatingly clung to his skin. The thought of how close he has been to the woman for the scent to be this strong seems to be provoking her a lot.
