His attempt had succeed, and the small woman had bounced off his chest, and now stared up into his gaze. She would speak, and her words would bring a wicked smirk to the mans lips. Of course she could not understand him, that had been intentional. "You are not going anywhere." He would state, lips curling slightly to flash his fangs to her, a silent threat that did not need to be expressed. The monarch would bore his gaze into her own, his eyes drifting as they hungrily examined her frame. She was desirable to say the least, which gave the man the incentive to keep her here. "Where were you going, little ivory?" The man would inquire, smooth and masculine tones revealing a foreign accent. He would continue to converse with her, as he did not want her to leave just yet.
