taste my beating heart...

"Because the bear is fun?" She would chuckle softly, trying to ease her darling dear's worries but it seemed Valentine would have a different idea in mind. She could see the wrath burning in his expression but her own would be held defiant. She wanted him to snap at her. He had not tested her skills, had not wanted her to prove herself for her rank and though she enjoyed her rank she wanted to earn it. Showing him just how much of a ruthless fighter she could be. But maybe this was a start. Maybe this would be enough. He would begrudgingly quell his anger before stating that if she did a shitty job teaching Marcy that she would have her charge taken away. Red eyes would glitter as they narrowed, a mixture of excitement at the idea of a challenge rolling through her eyes and a simple 'you can try' challenge for him. She would not be letting this girl slip from her grasp anytime soon. Mercy would speak slowly, asking about curse words and Valentine would speak, offering to teach her. Dione would not interject, would not interrupt as their exchange continued. Hey, he was her king and all. Dione would only undermine his authority a little bit every time they met. Probably more if they ever had time together alone. All things that would come with time. "Take him up on the offer if you like. Until then welcome to Imperium?" She would purr, though something shifted within the woman. She wasn't smiling her usual goofy smile anymore and eyes glittered like ice. Mouth would still hold a bit of a smirk but the joy was gone as she locked Valentine in a hard stare. Slowly her gaze would slither down, she was small enough she could slip under his chest with little to no effort and with lots of clearance. Idly she wondered? Would he be pissed if she snatched his balls out from under him? They were eye height after all...

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