In The Dead of Knight

[Vaughn Adeney]

::vaughn::

Vaughn could only smile at this. "Surprising that the daughter of a noble would find any price too high." Though he supposed it was not surprising at all. Especially if she still had her virtue. There were obviously some costs that she was not willing to make. "Under the circumstances though, it may be wise to pay what is owed." Meaning he was the threat, and she best find something to defend herself with. Vaughn had no idea what he would do. He obviously was not going to kill her. He did not want to spend all night in a closed room with a rotting corpse. Besides, death was far too... unexciting. There was no fun in that. The person was just, dead. Useless. Unable to be provoked. No need to deprive him of a knight's delight.

Among his laughter, he noticed the subtle color to her cheeks. It seemed that even this topic of conversation was a bit unfamiliar to her. Just as a man's touch was. "My Lady, it is almost impossible to believe," he said in between chuckles, unable to find the hilarity in this subject subside. "A woman of your appearance deprived of all such pleasures... it is nearly a crime." Clearly, she valued her virtue. Interesting. Perhaps Vaughn found something of value worth stealing after all. Her next question had the potential for so many answers, and he could not help but chuckle once more. "Why not," he answered nonchalantly. It was all about being in control. "Seems I can have it right now if I so wish." There was obviously something she knew, when speaking of her capability, or perhaps she was just bluffing. If it was the latter, he would call her on it soon enough. As each menacing word led to an even more menacing gesture.

And speaking of capability, it led it nicely to her next comment. "Ladies first," he stated as he slightly lowered himself in a bit of a bow, motioning his hand out, gesturing her to go ahead. As it he was ever truly a gentleman. As if he would choose now to be a gentleman. Quite the opposite in fact. "You must show me something. I have a weapon. More than one in fact." He motioned to his two swords strapped to his back. "So if you speak of being underestimated, prove that you have something more than the eye can see." More than one would assume about her. If she was bluffing, then it would only make this easier for him. If he was not, then it would allow the small thrill of surprise to fill him once more. Which, he always welcomed to alleviate the dullness of a typical day.

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[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin was feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Her heart was racing in her chest, she was locked in a room with someone who had tried to rob her house, and she was without a weapon. She breathed out slowly, she wasn’t going to give this man the satisfaction of knowing just how scared she was. She raised her eye brows at his first comment bravely, but didn’t reply to it. Instead, she was becoming more concerned at his later comment, about the payment. She had nothing to give, she was in her chemise and it was the middle of the night. She knew perhaps what he would want, but she would refuse to give it to him. “I have nothing to make payment with.” She pointed out, and she resisted the urge to step back, what good would that do anyway? She was in a small room which was locked; there was nowhere to hide in here.

Caitrin was not unused to male attention, in fact she was quite used to it in court, but conversation had never been this crude before. No one at court would speak to her like this, then again what would this man care what people at court treated her like? As he spoke, her cheeks still pricked with colour, she tried to put on a brave, rather careless face and wave his first two comments off. “Being deprived of any pleasures has never bothered me in the past, and never will.” She did not like the turn in the conversation, not to mention her vulnerable position; she still had no weapon and was wearing only a thin chemise. He laughed again and she resisted the urge to shudder; the laugh went straight through her. Her eyes widened slightly at the casual nature of his suggestion. It was now that she did take another step back, but only found her back hitting the door. She raised a finger warningly, trying to keep him back somehow, “You will not control anything; stay away from me.” She commanded of him, wondering how long that line would actually work for.

As he insisted she go first she wasn’t quite sure what to do. She couldn’t use her magic, she wanted to, but she just couldn’t. She had never shown her magic to anyone apart from the one who had tutored her in it. If anyone in Camelot ever found out she had magic then she would be forced to flee; or worse. She was sure she would only use her magic if she was directly threatened, and probably not even then as she would have signed her death warrant either way. She shook her head, “I have nothing to prove to you.” There, she was making herself clear that she was underestimated, but she was not going to show him how. He might even think she was bluffing, but she knew she was not, so that was all that mattered wasn’t it?

[Vaughn Adeney]

::vaughn::

Vaughn smirked at her resistance, saying that she had nothing to make payment with. "Now we both know that is not true," he told her. Clearly, there was a suggestiveness behind his words. A woman did not need gold or jewles to make payment for anything. They often had other ways of covering whatever costs they were trying to meet. Clearly, as she had her virtue in tact though, Vaughn doubted she would offer herself in this way. Which was why it was all the more fun to suggest. To see how uncomfortable he was making her. For thus far, it was working rather well. He tapped the tip of the dagger on his cheek as if he was contemplating. His eyes sized her up. As if he was trying to imagine the perverted suggestion he had given her and what that all entailed.

Once again, he chuckled; when she spoke of the deprivation she was feeling, or well, not feeling. "You can only say that because you truly do not know what you are missing," he pointed out. "You can not honestly tell me that you have not yearned for it. Feeling yourself in the presence of another man, experiencing a strong heat course through your body. Passion. Desire. Lust." Obvioulsy, it was not what she was experiencing right now, but surely in the past there had to be someone who caused such intense emotions from her. When her back hit the wall, his smirk only grew as he chose now to take more steps towards her. She could not turn and right, and that was perhaps the best part.

Her words meant nothing to him and may as well have fallen on deaf ears. "We are in a lockd room together. There are not many places I can go." Meaning, he could not exactly stay away from her. Of course he could be respectful and keep sufficient distance...but since when was Vaughn ever a gentleman. And he sure as hell was not going to start being one now. "I can have control on whatever, and whomever I want," he said in a practically threatening tone as he was now standing directly in front of her. Close; too close. A clear invasion of her personal space. "You have nothing to prove. Yet, you will have to warn me off somewhat. And right now My Lady, things do not seem to be working in your favor." Just to add more menace to his words, he tucked a loose stand of her hair behind her ear, just to make that contact. Just to show that he could.

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[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin was still trying to act as if this man was not worrying her as much as he was. The night was still young, and it would be hours until the servants even thought about rising, that meant she had to spend the time in here, with this man, for the foreseeable future. Caitrin pushed back some of her hair behind her ear before she continued to speak, “In which case I will not be giving you anything in payment.” She knew exactly what he wanted, and she wasn’t going to give him anything. She was gaining her confidence back ounce by ounce, even though her situation really wasn’t getting any better. His eyes were still draping over her, she felt uncomfortable and wished now that she had draped something over her shoulders, at least then she could have concealed her modesty.

Caitrin had obviously wondered about a mans touch as she had grown up, but she had preferred teases to physical contact so for the most part thoughts of lust had been pushed to the back of her mind. There had never really been a man who had found her fancy, and certainly not one who she would have had lustful thoughts over. She shook her head stubbornly, she had never felt those feelings before, and she certainly wasn’t now. “I have never experienced it, therefore I have nothing to miss.” Was her quick reply, and it made sense because she could not crave something she had never had in the first place.

He had a fair point, but in her eyes even if they were locked in a room he could stay back from her. She was now pressed up against the door, just wishing it would open and then she could just run and get help and rouse the guards. “You will have no control over me.” She said warningly, leaning slightly forwards to make the point before she stiffened up against the door again. Her eyes rose to met his as he stepped up to her. This was really only going to go one way or the other. His hand brushed past her cheek as it tucked some hair behind her ear and she put her face to the side, rejecting his touch, she didn’t want his hands all over her, she wanted him to stay back and just leave her alone. “Just keep your hands off me.” She said quickly and pushed her face back to the front and widened her eyes slightly; her arms still pinned to the side.

[Vaughn Adeney]

"You say that now. But we will have to see how the night progresses." Because she may find herself wanting, or needing a weapon at some point. And again, her words of refusal to say that she had never experienced that, bluntly stating it, just made Vaughn want to roll his eyes. Though he refrained from this action. He did not believe her. Everyone at some point had felt at least one of those things. Things that left a person yearning for something more when seeing someone they were particularly attracted to. But if she chose to be stubborn, the Vaughn had nothing more to say on the matter. She would one day see that he was right. And he hoped that when that day came, her mind would return to this conversation and say 'well, that random man locked in a room with me was right.'Her body clearly stiffened once he got closer and even proceeded to put a hand on her.

He laughed at her words; words of repetition. Ones that she just constantly kept repeating. He took a small step back, but it was not meant to grant her comfort. "You keep saying, 'you will have no control over me' or 'you will not lay a hand on me', or 'stay way from me'" he began to say mockingly. "Yet, here I am. In control of the situation. And already laying a hand on you. Clearly not staying away." Amusement was evident in his words. "Your words are empty threats My Lady." As if they even had some warning to them to begin with. "Are you really so naive that you believe just because you say the words out loud, means I will comply?" Now that was quite hilarious. "You really must do a better job warning me off. Giving some reason to stay away rather than just saying it and hoping with a hopeless heart that it comes true." Naive indeed. Especially as she kept insisting that she was capable of more. From what he saw so far, she was only capable of telling him to stay away.

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin pressed her lips together, her head trying to formulate just some way of getting out of this room and away from this man. Caitrin had an uncommon stubbornness and headstrong nature, but even she had to admit the current situation scared her, she’d be stupid not to be frightened, but that didn’t mean she was going to turn into some whimpering little woman. If he was going to do anything to her she was going to go down fighting. She didn’t reply to his words, because they didn’t really need an answer. If he was going to attack her he would have the upper hand, even if he did give her a small dagger or some such. She kept catching a glint of the swords on his back and she was trying not to panic even more than she was already doing.

She looked down to where his hand was now on her shoulder and then looked back up to him. It was a sign of power, meant to unnerve her, and for the most part it was working. As he spoke she could hear that this was almost amusing to him. Her body stiffened again, but she raised her hand and pushed his hand away, showing that he was not in total control of the situation; she could still exert some power in this exchange.

In a brave, and slightly bold move Caitrin found some confidence alight in her body and she stepped up to the man, glaring slightly at him. Her words were not the only ones which were empty, she would not be scared into making a move which she might regret. “You forget, your words are also empty.” Her fist clenched together subconsciously and her mouth felt dry as she continued, “You tell me I need a weapon, but give me no reason to need one; you merely suggest I may.” She raised an eye brow at him as she finished and felt her heart thud in her ears. She was sure that provoking this stranger wasn’t the right thing to do, but she needed to show that despite his threats and advances he hadn’t moulded her into some babbling, begging woman. She was Caitrin de Archer, and she was stronger than this.