"I hope you're not asking what I think you're asking," the Duchess eventually said after regaining her bearings, her expression even becoming somewhat cold. "I am far more powerful than Ebison, and your tricks won't work on me."
Sylas hardly reacted to this. "You aren't very good at listening, are you? I am not interested in you."
There was a flicker of something in the Duchess' eyes, but her next words seemed to only prove Sylas correct. She wasn't very good at listening.
"Maybe if you succeed this time, you'll grow powerful enough to be my man. But I have no intention of allowing someone so much weaker than me to bed me, no matter how much potential you have. I would be dry to the point it would be uncomfortable for the both of us."
Sylas continued to stare at her. What was it with him and women who weren't the best at listening?
"Are you under the impression that I couldn't take what I want?"
