Andre's brow furrowed deeper. "You're planning to compel me not to talk, aren't you?" he asked, though the suspicion in his voice betrayed his uncertainty.
But Azula only laughed harder, shaking her head. "I'm not going to do that either."
Her words sent a chill down his spine, and his frown deepened as he regarded her warily. She began to move closer to him, her body brushing against his in a way that sent his nerves alight. He tried to maintain his composure, to ignore the sudden rush of heat that flooded through him at her proximity.
Azula's hand moved deliberately, running over his chest with a feathery touch that made his skin tingle. Her lips curled into a playful pout as she looked up at him through her lashes. "I know you like Islinda," she murmured, her voice a soft, teasing purr. "And because of that, you wouldn't bring harm to her."
