Although Ivar would prefer to avoid a fight with Molly, he also wouldn't simply spill his secrets just to avoid one.
Molly stared daggers at Ivar, "You should be afraid of me! You are just at the first rank, while I am already in the second! And stop calling me munchkin!"
Ivar looked a little surprised, but not too much, "You can determine someone's rank without touching them? Impressive, Munchkin!"
Most people he knew on Máni had trouble sensing the amount of energy inside someone's body without touching them. Doing so required a great sensitivity to the energy of the world.
He continued, "Regardless, I may only be soldier ranked, but you wouldn't be the first warrior ranked being I defeat. Besides, you seem unwilling to reveal your true form, and you definitely won't defeat me in this weak human shell."
According to Selene, who had thoroughly inspected Molly, Molly looked human only because her true form was compressed and shoved inside something akin to a shell in human form.
Meanwhile, therians have multiple forms that are all authentic parts of their body, meaning their human bodies are no less stable than those of regular humans while still being more powerful.
However, Molly has to channel her power through her fragile human shell, which will disintegrate when overtaxed.
Neither Ivar nor Selene could tell precisely how much power she could use without losing her shell, but they suspected it to be far from enough to fight Ivar on equal terms, let alone defeat him.
Molly scoffed but still looked a little prideful, "Not that impressive; my kind is simply finely attuned to the world's energy."
Then she shook her head and looked angry again, "Don't distract me with praise! Why do you call the ranks different from what I do?"
Ivar just shrugged, "I come from a faraway place; I guess we just ended up with different names for them."
Molly narrowed her eyes in suspicion, "As far as I know, the whole world calls it that way; where exactly are you from?"
Ivar smirked, "Why would you think I would tell you that?"
Meanwhile, Ivar had dispelled all the masses of northern wind in the room and taken place on the couch, with Ailta on his lap, who was just enjoying her master's caress without much interest in the conversation.
However, the worst thing for Molly was that only now did she notice Ivar was entirely naked! She now understood that Alita had not been exaggerating Ivar's size when she was measuring how far he would fit inside her.
She gulped as she couldn't help but imagine what that would be like. But Molly shook herself free from those thoughts when she suddenly noticed Alita was stroking Ivar's cock, and it was getting even bigger!
She suddenly grew flustered, "A- Alita, w- what are you doing?! I'm standing right here!" Then she pointed at Ivar, "And you! Put some clothes on!"
Alita entirely ignored Molly as she focussed on Ivar's cock with a lustful glint in her eyes. Ivar, however, looked Molly straight in the eye with a smirk,
"You're the one that came here to talk to me, Munchkin, so talk. Or don't; you're free to stay and watch if that's what you're into. My bedroom has an open-door policy for women, after all. But stay or not, talk or don't, Alita will keep going."
Actually, Ivar also wanted to find out some things from Molly, but it wasn't urgent for him, so he could still pretend to have the upper hand since Molly seemed to be in more of a hurry.
He leaned closer to Alita and whispered in her ear, "Time to take me into your mouth, Kitten. But first, take off your clothes for me, slowly."
Alita stood up from Ivar's lap with an excited smile, "Yes, Da- Master!"
With Molly here, it was probably best to stick with Master, lest she blab about it to Nova; it was still a bad idea for Nova to find out about her special nickname for Ivar for now.
Under Molly's dumbfounded gaze, Alita started stripping herself out of her clothes while dancing a little, caressing her own young, tight, twenty-year-old body in an effort to get her master even harder.
After she stood in front of Ivar in all her naked glory, she laid down on the couch next to him, draped herself over his leg and started slowly licking her master's cock, while Molly watched it all in morbid fascination, unwilling to look and yet, unable not to.
Ivar stroked Alita's hair and grinned at Molly when he said, "Go slow kitten. I want to focus on the conversation."
A few moments later, Molly was finally able to pull her eyes away from the lewd display as she turned her blushing head sideways and said defiantly,
"I- I don't know what you're trying to accomplish with t- this, but if you think you can get an edge over me by doing depraved things, think again! I- I'm perfectly comfortable talking like this!"
Ivar just grinned at her, "Okay, so talk. And don't try to threaten me again; we both know you're unwilling to reveal your true form; I just don't know why not."
Molly turned her head back in an effort to show she was unaffected by their display and was now staring defiantly at Ivar and Alita with her arms crossed, still continuing to be surprised by Alita's behaviour.
She needed answers! If Alita was a lost cause, then she at least wanted to prevent Nova from falling prey to this man as well!
She closed her eyes and breathed out once to calm down a little before she opened them again and said calmly, "Fine, you're right; using my true form would attract attention from people I'm trying to hide from.
People I am still not sure you aren't with, by the way!
But I guess at this point, it would be weird if you were, so whatever, let's say you aren't.
Maybe I can't force you to tell me anything, but you must want something. A reason you are here in Sanctuary in the first place. So tell me what it will take for you to leave Alita and Nova alone!"
Despite being a topic of discussion, Alita was perfectly happy to ignore the conversation and focus on the thing she was growing more and more addicted to as the licking, slurping, and sucking became louder and louder.
Ivar chuckled as he caressed Alita's head and enjoyed the attention she gave his large staff, "Oh, trust me, Alita is exactly where she wants to be. Regardless, leaving Alita and Nova alone is out of the question; I have plans for sanctuary.
Besides, I would like to see you try to convince either of the sisters to ask me to leave. Alita is already mine, body, heart and soul, and Nova won't want to separate from Alita. Or me, for that matter, because she doesn't want to lose the power I have given her."
Molly closed her eyes as she tried desperately to stay focused and ignore what Alita was doing, "At least tell me what you want with Sanctuary and what you did to Nova and Alita."
Ivar grinned, "My plans for Sanctuary are mainly to increase its influence in this city and, through it, my own influence.
As for Nova and Alita, if you want answers about them and about what I am, then tell me about yourself first. What are you? Are there more like you? And who are you hiding from?"
Suddenly, Molly narrowed her eyes and looked at Ivar with suspicion, "You know, I've been getting the idea that you don't actually know much about the mythical part of the world. I would almost think you were a regular human if I didn't know better.
Yet, you have more knowledge than I would expect from someone who never learned anything about myths… why is that?"
While inwardly a little annoyed she had realised so much, he smiled outwardly as if he didn't care, "Fine. I can admit my knowledge about the mythical side of this world is a little spotty, and learning about it from you seems as good a method as any.
But if you think this gives you any leverage, think again. I'm sure that, with time, I will find another way to learn about it; meanwhile, you are clearly in a hurry to try and prevent Nova from becoming like Alita here.
Although you really shouldn't bother, all I did was save Alita's life and give Nova the power she has craved all her life; if I ask for a little obedience in return, is that so wrong?"
Molly snorted and pointed at Alita, who had now transitioned to rhythmically sucking Ivar off while lost in a pink fog of arousal as she didn't even hear the conversation anymore, "That's not 'a little obedience', that's full-on slavery."