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( parisa nods, an over-exaggerated motion for her, mouthing the word oh-kay. she is very abruptly reminded of callum insisting he was going to kill tristan, because neither embry nor callum are in particularly good communication with their hearts, and because fruity men apparently don't know how to love something without wanting to kill it, a little. honestly. she's giving up gay men too, but not gideon. or louis.

luckily he passes her artificial test of loyalty. not really to parisa, but at least to her beauty, which he is passably entranced by. at least embry is also reliable in that direction — he'll always go for the low (or in this case, high) hanging fruit. )

Really? That seems exactly like the kind of thing you'd be into, my perfectly stable and healthy young man. ( there's a wave of her hand, like shuffling embry's worries under the fridge with all the other crumbs you don't feel like dealing with. she slams the rest of her whiskey down like a shot, head rolling on her shoulders as she shudders through the hot waves of liquor hitting her system. ) I'd know it wasn't you, from your brain. One month, you let me lock you in your room every night, but I keep the doors between our suites opened so you have no choice but to come to me. I'll know more about it once I see it.

( that's the easy solution. as for her problem — parisa casts her gaze to the side, glaring at a stained glass window in their bathroom, shaking her head. )

I can argue with the urge for awhile. So I just fight it until I get to the forest, or somewhere I can catch little Bambis or something. ( a shrug ) I could ask for a supply of livestock, but I don't want to take care of them.

[hymen]

[ a sexy concept, made less so by the idea of his forced captivity (although there's something sexy in that, too). it's not enough to keep him from sinking into a sour mood as he considers all the ways this could go very wrong. he could pick up a vase and crack parisa's skull open. he could have mind-blowing sex that he'll never remember having. both of these options are devastating. ]

I'll do it if you can put safety measures in place. [ he is not stumbling upon any more corpses of anyone he cares about. he no longer has the constitution for the amount of death the house demands, and he wonders how he ever did during the war. ] Neither of us can predict what I might do, so something in that big brain of yours has to be able to stop me.

[ he grimaces at the thought of parisa sinking her perfect white teeth into bambi's throat, but then finds the thought of her traipsing into the woods to catch her furry, wiggling dinner ludicrous at best. he considers offering to do the dirty work for her, but hunting rabbits feels equally ludicrous for himself. ]

Ash wanted to live in the country and raise animals. I could probably convince him to take care of your livestock collection. [ a purse of his lips. ] Well, if he knew you were just gonna kill them in the freakiest way possible, he might not want to do it.

The ducks and rabbits are pretty easy to feed, if you need something to come quick.