As it turns out, the criticism of her coffee-making skills doesn't really seem to bother E'dolha. She knew she wasn't going to have a lot of luck with it to begin with; everything the demon is saying is just factual. She stares forward, unflinching, and takes the critique on the nose—and it's around the time she's asked if she even found a press that she crosses her arms over her chest and shifts her weight to the back foot.
"You should count yourself lucky I was able to squeeze any blood from that stone in there," she says, and the veneer of submission is gone. "I'll be back." And she turns on her heel, her head again on a swivel to try to find some place to find an old discarded leash and collar. One still strong and sturdy enough to give them both something to work with. It really, really isn't the position she'd like to find herself in, but there might be something to this whole... being leashed up thing. Led around on a collar, guided wherever the demon wants her. At least it's a good enough way to pass the time.
It's not important where she went, but she comes back twirling the collar in one hand while its detached leash hangs limply from her other. She'd tried it on and it fits exactly tight enough to keep things interesting, but she has the feeling that it makes things much more fun to be there when the collar gets put on. Menphina help her, she's kind of getting into it. When she's within collaring range, she stops twirling and gathers both pieces in one hand, then offers them to the demon clasp-first. There's a cocky flip of her hair, and she tilts her head back to expose her neck.
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"You should count yourself lucky I was able to squeeze any blood from that stone in there," she says, and the veneer of submission is gone. "I'll be back." And she turns on her heel, her head again on a swivel to try to find some place to find an old discarded leash and collar. One still strong and sturdy enough to give them both something to work with. It really, really isn't the position she'd like to find herself in, but there might be something to this whole... being leashed up thing. Led around on a collar, guided wherever the demon wants her. At least it's a good enough way to pass the time.
It's not important where she went, but she comes back twirling the collar in one hand while its detached leash hangs limply from her other. She'd tried it on and it fits exactly tight enough to keep things interesting, but she has the feeling that it makes things much more fun to be there when the collar gets put on. Menphina help her, she's kind of getting into it. When she's within collaring range, she stops twirling and gathers both pieces in one hand, then offers them to the demon clasp-first. There's a cocky flip of her hair, and she tilts her head back to expose her neck.
"Well?"