She gave the Cheetah a dull look. "Yes, I have thought that. And so far it's held true. I hate dresses with a passion. People get hurt when I get forced into a dress. You, I have to admit, were far more gentle than the last idiot that tried. I had bruises on my arms for days."

A silver brow arched. "This is the second time you've pinned me within the hour because this is the second time you've pissed me off within the hour. Wanna try for a third and see if you live through it? They say third time's the charm." Her blue eyes glinted.

Okay, so she wasn't all that calm. Anger was bubbling beneath the surface. So much anger that her mind had completely passed over the fact that the Cheetah - the good looking Cheetah that she had the hots for - was so close.

"Of course I'm gentle, Raye. I'm hardly a barbaric ruffian..." He purred soothingly. "Why would I bruise you? Violence is not the answer here." Ndale knew, he wasn't that strong, and he wasn't really a fighter. He was a manipulator, and that's what he did. She hated the dress, got it, message received, but, well, she just had to forget about the dress. Apparently, she'd need a bit more work for that.

"I would, but, well, maybe later. Right now, I think I'd prefer a happier emotion from you." Yes, yes he would, it'd mean less danger for him. He was fairly sure, that if he let her go, he'd get murdered. He'd probably get murdered a few times, somehow. He really only saw one way through this. He lowered his voice, whispering softly against her skin.

"Don't be mad, Raye. You don't hate me, and you'd be sad with me gone. Besides, I have so many more uses alive than as a rug, or in a heap of disassembled body parts. I thought you liked my body..." He tried not to snicker. Ndale pulled his head back to look her in the face, though he stayed close. "And really. I think you look great in it, stunning. Wear just a little while...just for me..." He moved closer to brush his lips just over hers smoothly. "Please?"

"I wish Naomi and Tiffany weren't barbaric ruffians." Her nose wrinkled at the thought of her two ex-packmates. They were the definition of barbaric ruffians.

Her brow arched for the millionth time that day. Happier emotion? Why did that make her feel wary?

...Ah, yes, that's why, she thought dryly as his breath washed over her skin. Her tongue ran over her lower lip and she wondered idly if she should put her spider bites back in or leave them out.

"I don't hate you," she agreed. "But that doesn't mean you get to avoid the death threats when I get mad." Brow arch one million and one. "And what uses are those? Being an annoyance doesn't count."

She sighed and gave the man another dull stare. "Everyone thinks I look good in a dress but me. But I still stick by my opinion of dresses being uncomfortable, impractical and overall evil."

Her body began to tense when he leaned in and she just stood, staring at him. You could see the defiance drain from her eyes. She'd wear the dress...for now.

"...As soon as I get out of it, I'm shoving you in it. See how you like going around in this monstrosity." She picked up the skirt in one hand and shook it.

The feline gave a light chuckling huff.

"Hey, sacrifice for beauty, right? Think of all the things people do: corsets, piercings, tattoos, plastic surgery...a dress is not the worst thing I could be doing to you right now. And please...you have never thought of a better use for me?" He grinned smugly. "I..do believe you once telling me of a thought you once had...something about Shae, me, leather and a bed, noo?" He purred out cockily. He shook his head in amusement at her words.

"Fine. I'll let you make me wear it after." He agreed to wearing the dress. Again, not that he minded...it certainly wasn't the first time he would wear one, or probably the last. Besides...she was being rather presumptuous thinking she would be getting out of that dress for quite some time. He had no intention of letting her out of his service until he had had his fun. Leaning forward to steal a quick kiss from Raye, he backed off, releasing her from the wall, as he figured that she was not as tempted to smack him right now, seeming to have calmed down and agreed with him.

"Sacrifice for beauty... Idiotic, but true. I've followed all of those trends bar plastic surgery." Though, the tattoo wasn't exactly something she had planned. She used to wear a corset a lot. Especially back before she found the wonders of male clothing. She sacrificed easy breathing to look slim for years.

"No, my minds firmly stuck to the idea of you being an annoyance." Her eyes widened slightly. He remembered that? "Are you sure it wasn't Shae I wanted to see in leather~?" she purred with a slight grin. Seeing the Wisp in leather was a pretty pleasant thought.

Her grin widened when he agreed. She'd have him parade around the whole damned castle.

She remained unresponsive when he kissed her and continued to lean back against the wall when he backed off. Her arms crossed over her chest and she slid one foot over the other to cross her ankles. "Okay, fight over this monstrosity through, what happens now?"

The amusement in his eyes hardened only slightly before softening. It was almost as if it never happened. He scoffed and flipped a hand.

"If it were only Shae you wanted to see in leather then it would have been only Shae in your fantasy." Ndale gave a half-shrug and turned a cocky smirk on Raye. "He does look good in leather though..." He purred lowly, not above such a petty thing as making the comment just to remind her that it was he who had the boy in leather and not her. "He's been reading some or your manga..." He let the sentence hang open, letting her draw her own conclusions about what kind of manga Shae had gotten in to.

At the wolf girl's continued lax air, he trailed amused eyes over her rather pointedly. He tilted his chin up in a rather cocky manner and his lip curled up slightly, canine showing underneath.

"You're a maid, Raye...what do you think happens now when you're in the prescence of a King?" The cheetah's shoulders shook with barely restrained chuckles. Oh...he was so going to enjoy this.

"It takes two to tango. Shae'd be feeling awfully alone if it were only him in my fantasies. And the two of you make such an adorable couple."

Her whole body shook in laughter. "Oh dear, what did he pick up, Hoshi no Yakata or Sex Therapist~?" She had no doubt he had picked up Yaoi manga - most of her manga was Yaoi. It was just a question of which Yaoi he had picked up. "Maybe Love Knot?"

Her brow arched. "Well then, Ō chītā yō-juu, what does a king of your calibre have a lowly maid such as myself do?"

He scoffed and rolled his eyes in amusement before looking exasperated and shaking his head.

"I don't even know. Whatever it was, it was....apparently...inspiring, though..." He shook his head again. "Not that I mind, really...but, well..." The feline sighed and flipped a hand casually. "Anyway, moving on..."

Crossing his arms, Ndale eyed the girl, slowly gaining back his predatory air.

"You really don't have an imagination...do you?" His eyes narrowed, pupils contracting into dangerous slits. His lips slowly peeled back to reveal the points of his canines almost harshly. "How about this...the more I think of, the longer this will be drawn out. If you think of more to do and I approve, I'll release you sooner." Lies, mostly, but he would think about it. He knew what he would have Raye do, but that wasn't the fun part. He liked figuring out what other people thought. Besides, there was something very amusing in having the girl come up with her own punishments. Of course, if she really did have nothing, then he had a fair few ideas that he could make her do that would surely be just as amusing in repayment.

She grinned a little. "Inspiring, eh~?" She ran her tongue out over her lips, mind again returning to her lack of piercings. Then she grinned. She kept her bites in her pocket at all times when she wasnt wearing them. When did she forget that?

The Jinn knelt next to the pile of clothes and rifled through her pockets until she came across a small plastic ziplock bag with her favourite piercings in it. She emptied the bag out onto her palm and spent a few moments fitting them in place around her lip.

She grinned and ran her tongue over the cold metal. That felt better.

"Maybe I should lend him some more then. Tell him he can just go and get any volume he pleases whenever he likes. My rooms never locked."

Standing again, her expression dulled to an incredulous stare. "You've got me in this ridiculous dress, might as well wear it for as long as I have to." That was her subtle way of telling him she wasn't going to come up with her own torture. He'd have to do all the thinking.

No way in Hell I'm going to come up with my own punishments.

He watched passively as Raye got out her piercings, really not caring, and it showed on his face. In fact, the mirth was gone, and what was let was flat, unimpressed, predatory cockiness. At her comments about Shae he merely tilted up his chin and made a harsh "tch" noise. He wanted to snark out that perhaps for her own good that she just best not go near Shae, but he didn't want to go threatening Raye and getting Shae mad at him...even if he didn't like it. And so, he chose to remain silent on that front, only giving her a warning look that showed slight disapproval. He did, however, smirk cruelly.

"It's a wonder you've survived this long, Raye. Hunter, you said?" The feline scoffed. "Right. Well, you just passed by an opportunity to choose what you would be doing. You know...you could have actually ordered yourself out of the dress...in to, say...a butler's uniform, but, since you're so eager to wear it..." He shrugged, turning and strolling over towards one other mass covered by a drape. He let himself fall back on to it, the cloth moving under his sudden weight and revealing the thing underneath to be a sort of couch. He leaned casually against the armrest, propping his elbow up on it and leaning his jaw against his hand, fingers elegantly posed, pointer tapping at his temple while the tip of the ring finger rested at the corner of his mouth. He smirked in to it as one leg very casually crossed over the other, adopting a rather regal air.

"Dance."

"Was it not you that said my ideas would be judged by you?" she asked monotonously. "You wouldn't let me out of this dress so soon after it was put on. I believe it would be pointless to even attempt to create my own ideas because you'd shoot most of them down. It'll probably be an embarrassing and painful process but I'd rather just go with whatever you throw at me."

As she adjusted her skirt, her eyes fell on him, sitting there like a king. "I survive because I'm not afraid to kill. Its something I've yet to do to anything bar Kao Shinda here."

She crossed her arms back over her chest and arched a brow at him. "I don't dance. We established this on our second meeting and proved it so at Halloween, ne, Masked Lover? I won't dance for you."

Now if he somehow produced a set of dancing veil fans or a katana she may dance. But until either of those items were given to her she wouldnt dance.

"You're so sure?" The feline drawled, seemingly uncaring. "The thing about me is this...I know what I want and what I think. I'm not all that interested in my own ideas. Rather, I'm more interested in other people's ideas. I would have let you take the dress off in it put you in something else or if you had thought of something to do in your wolf form. The point was, there was opportunity if you were creative. You could have used my judgement to your benefit..." He looked her up and down unimpressed. He wasn't exactly sure what she meant by 'Kao Shinda here' but he figured he didn't really care.

"A lot of people aren't afraid to kill, Raye. Neither am I. It's not exactly a rare trait, especially at this type of school. It may have worked out there, but it wont work here." He shook his head. "And it hardly makes a difference in this situation unless you're planning on trying to murder me." Ndale raised an eyebrow and smirked in a cocky, almost challenging fashion. "On that other note, you can dance, Raye, everyone can. You just can;t dance well." He smirk took on a wicked tone. "and besides, you gave yourself to me. Do you have much a choice in the matter?.."

She gave a careless shrug. Well, too late now. She couldn't ask for a do over. "And was was I supposed to do as a wolf? Sit and warm your feet?"

"You're a hunter - most the people in this school are. Hunters shouldnt be afraid to kill prey. It's the perception of what's prey and what's not that really sets people from each other. A lot of people would see a human or humanoid creature and believe its wrong to kill it because its a humanoid. It's the ability to be able to kill the humanoids that sets us apart even further." She gave another shrug. "But why am I preaching hunting to another predator?"

"Planning on murdering you...? I might." Her eyes ran over him. "I'd probably stand a good chance if I put my mind to killing you, too." A third shrug. "But not for now. God knows if I killed you while still acting as your maid, you'd come back to haunt my ass until you decided I'd done enough. And killing you would add more time to my servitude. I really don't want that."

"I didn't say I can't dance. I said I don't. There are actually a few dances I can do well." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I won't dance for you, Ndale."

He rolled his eyes yet again.

"Again, so un-creative." Ndale gave a big sigh as if this girl just wasn't getting it and he was close to just giving up. He kept up this impassive and slightly displeased air about him as she preached about killing and humans vesus non-humans.

"Life is life Raye. Does it matter what shape it's in?" He flipped his hand in a careless way. To him, a human was the same as a gazelle. He raised a challenging eyebrow at her comment to murdering him and snickered lightly. Yes, haunting indeed. He imagined being a ghost would be kind of fun. He made no outward comment, however. Heaving another seeming tired sigh, Ndale rose from his seat with an ingrained feline grace, taking long strides over back towards Raye, once against waging a rather hostile takeover of her personal space, leaning forward with angled eyes narrowed in an intimidating fashion.

"You're no fun, Raye." He purred out lowly, barely a higher volume than a whisper. "Fine. Lets try this instead...how fast do you heal from something like an average bite or scratch?"

"My lack of creativity really isn't bothering me."

Her unwillingness to create her own punishments was annoying him. And annoying him is just what she wanted to do at the moment. She agreed to do whatever he told her to do. That didn't mean she couldn't act up or cause minor annoyances along the way. Maybe she'd even get him to the point where he wanted to tear his own hair out...

Now, Raye, don't get your hopes up...

"To some it does."

She watched him stalk forwards with that catlike grace she wished she had silently. She didn't move beyond making herself more comfortable against the wall; laying her back against it instead of leaning on one shoulder.

She shrugged. It wasn't any of her concern whether or not he thought she was fun. She was trying to be just the opposite. She was aiming for tear-your-hair-out annoying.

A light sigh passed her lips. How many times in one freaking day could he get into her personal space?

"Fast enough as long as they don't itch too bad." A silver brow arched in question. "Why?"