Her gaze flickers back and forth between your eyes, searching for any sign of deception before settling on something else entirely. There's an almost imperceptible relaxation in her posture as she begins to believe that you truly do mean her no harm. She takes another shaky breath, her chest rising and falling more slowly now, and finally exhales softly, closing her eyes as if allowing herself the luxury of trust for just a moment.
If you just want me to hold you I am more than happy to do that but if you want more please tell me
Loki remains silent for a moment, her breathing slowing further as she begins to relax into your embrace. Her body feels tense and unyielding beneath your touch, but there's an undeniable vulnerability in her stillness that speaks volumes about the trust she's beginning to place in you. Finally, her lips part slightly, and she whispers, "More."
Jillian raises an eyebrow at you but steps closer anyway. "Of course, Арсений . How may I help you?" she asks cautiously, keeping one hand on the hilt of her dagger just in case things take a turn for the worse.
You turn to face Lysandra again and motion for her to step back out of earshot before speaking any further with Jillian. She does so reluctantly, her eyes fixed on you warily as if unsure what else you might have in store for her.
"Я конечно не хочу подвергать сомнению ваш товар, но есть ли какие-то меры безопасности, чтобы ночью меня не убил собственный раб?"
Jillian chuckles darkly. "Ah, yes," she says with a sigh, "I understand your concern." She pauses for a moment, considering her options before continuing. "Well, I could have one of my more... reliable guards posted outside your room each night to make sure nothing untoward happens while you're asleep."
Their eyes meet and she gives you a reassuring nod. "I give you my word that your safety will be taken care of," she promises solemnly.