Why do you always insist on that? When we know you can't stay away. It's just something you can't do.

[ Irene slows her words down during the last sentence, emphasizing on can't as she releases his chin and speaks toward his ear. His powers are limited, and she wants him to know that -- especially when it comes to her. No one else on the high seas had been able to outsmart him until her. She knew he would always track her moves whenever her name was mentioned. The only way he could prove anything to her was by uttering one simple word: a direction.

She lets her teeth graze his skin as she smiles and pulls away again, leaving him space to seethe. ]

Is that something you were hoping for? Well, I could have let you removed the garter yourself, if that's all it takes.

[ As usual, she's not listening. She is playing this how she wants. Because this would be the time when she makes him beg for mercy. Her fingers trace his jaw, then putting pressure again on his neck where her tongue briefly flicks out to trace where her hands had been. Make him breathy without a chance to breathe. ]

Or maybe you really don't know which direction you should be heading in.