"I believe the question you should be asking is why are you wasting your time consulting this with me? I must have some sort of advantage if you are withholding yourself from killing me. Now, what might that be?" Placing a finger over her pert pink lips, she continued with the charade he had created.
"...Mayhaps it is the fag that has got your restraint? What's the matter, Mr. Lockwood? Afraid he would tell the public of your guilty pleasures? Or...Perhaps it is that you are frightened by my doing? Scared of the Assistant of Lilith Luther spilling the juicy gossip to the actress in question?"
She grinned. One that spread out from cheek to cheek, leaning forward to view his fist slam into his desk, enjoying the grit of his teeth. She loved it all. Finding more leeway to tease him so, she began with another séance, her end goal being to bury herself into his head through the art of manipulation.
"Do not fret, Mr. Lockwood. I am certain that Sultan from India won't mind consulting with you his nasty fantasy's now that he knows that you are indeed admiring his plump ass. Nor would Mr. Cardin mind the knowledge of a fag fucking on a bed he had previously resided in not even an hour ago."
Bursting out into a fit of giggles, she awaited for further commentary to her blackmail, his only response being the crinkle on his forehead with a protruded vein.
Lowering her tone, she leaned forward, snatching the cigar from his loose fingers. Never once taking her eyes off of him as she encircled her plump lips around the tip. Sucking out its contents deliciously, she puffed out the darker fumes.
"Hm...these cigars are splendid. Though to be completely honest, I prefer my own fag over this..." Gifting him an open mouthed smile, she flicked her tongue over the side of her top porcelain teeth, letting out a snicker at her sudden realization "....then again, I bet you do too."
A pregnant pause filled the room, her joke appearing to him as a taunt than anything else. Letting out a sigh of defeat, he slumped in his chair, a hand rubbing his eyes as he attempted to ease the crinkle at the corners of each.
"Very well. How much do you want?" he conceded, beginning to pull out his checkbook to hand her a note of any hefty sum. His actions catching Beatrice off guard as she was expecting more of a fight than what she received. Disappointed by the end of her teasing, she sat back and viewed the man in thought.
This was an opportunity of a lifetime. There was no way anyone else would receive the luck she had encountered for this man. Viewing him ready to write with his pen, she slowly shook her head, knowing that no money could buy the weight she would carry for this man.
"...I don't want your money."
He scoffed at this. Letting his pen loosely fall onto his checkbook before leaning back into his chair, clasping his hands together.
"Well too bad, Lady. That is all that is on the table."
"Do not patronize me, Mr. Lockwood. You know as well as I do that I'd be a fool for accepting money in exchange for this secret." Puffing on the cigar once more, she eyed him through her thick lashes, waiting for his reaction to her rejection.
Pinching two fingers to the bridge of his nose, he soothed his hand over his hair, no longer having patience for her teasing.