Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27825329-20140309042819/@comment-27825329-20140309055938

She laughed again, this time a deeper, womanly laugh as she settled into a sun salutation, her legs flat on the floor and her torso bent upwards as she held herself up by her hands. "Ah, that's better," she hummed, her golden, analyzing eyes looking in his direction. It was better that he sounded like he'd actually do what she said, but he worded it like he was in the position of power, that he was in charge but at the same time seemed to be trying to place the ball in her court and somehow... failing.

Stupid. He probably thought she was some kind of snob that just didn't like poor people. If so, he was half right. Besides, how arrogant could you get, thinking you could change someone like that, anyway? She was more than a snob.

She was practically a queen and one day she would be a dragon. This Thorald character was talking down to a mafia heiress. She couldn't have friends. There was too much at stake and letting others in could only spell disaster, especially altruistic lower-class.

But this one was stupid enough, she could probably pull off having him around. Hell, she could probably bring him home with her and he wouldn't notice a damn thing.

Time for the trial run, then. "Mmm.  Stay."