Makara's smile widens at your words. She leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Is that so?" Her touch is featherlight but somehow imposing all the same. "And what makes you think I'd let you go?" Her eyes gleam with a mixture of lust and power, daring you to defy her once more.

"Oh?" She tilts her head, considering your words. "Very well then."

Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks you over once more, taking in every detail of your body. "Very well," she says at last, her voice cold and calculating. "You may have your woman back... for now." She pauses, watching the relief wash over your features. "But remember this," she hisses, a finger jabbing sharply into your chest, "I own you both now. And if I ever feel like taking what is mine again..."