Every sweet has its sour

Peering into those gorgeous abyssal silver eyes, Lurid knew he would not back down from her. Breaking eye contact just long enough to pick up the root in his paw and turn it about, seeming to study the root, Requiem began to speak. Lurid watched him closely, listening intently as he spoke, not liking his tone. When his eyes met the holographic gaze of his queen next, there was a determination in them that Lurid had only seen when they had a particularly difficult wolf in their grasp. The intensity in those eyes set her blood on fire, both with anger and desire, and she let it show on her face. He explained he was determined to keep her alive, no matter what force was against him. Lurid understood his reason, but that did not mean she would take that root without a fight. Handing the ginseng root to her, he left her speechless, though what he said next truly did connect. He was not Atropos, perhaps he was not attempting to use her as some sort of guinea pig claiming it was for the best. The bitterness of the root was still on her tongue despite the water she drank to wash it down.

Requiem's gaze never wavered from her even as he made a threat to shove the root down her throat. Both of the lovers had fire in their eyes, the double entendre was not missed by the pale goddess. She already felt better with the herbs she had already consumed, so she didn't see why he fought so hard for this root to be eaten. They could just do what they both wanted and leave this squabble in the past, but Lurid knew now he had no intention of letting her walk away without eating at least some of the root. Growling softly, Lurid eyed the root in her paw. Looking Requiem right in his eyes, Lurid laid the root down slowly, deliberately. "I would like to see you try that, my love." Desire heated her dual-toned, lilting voice, making it soft. Like a bell ringing for a boxing match. She dared him to make his move, knowing he was only doing his duty did not mean she would make it easy for him. Not all of the time.