Post by Ekaterina on Jun 23, 2011 22:03:19 GMT -5
Greetings of men- : He hated this place, it lacked any sense Of style, of purpose, beyond the flaunting of wealth and perceived power. The Previous Baron had been an ignorant and short sighted man, rarely did his Ambitions extended beyond the walls of his home and the lay of his land. He had died by a blade, sadly not one of Alcandor's, before even getting to mount his lovely wife to be. What an interesting turn of events, the death of a father, a mother, and lover that ended with wealth and power. Things rarely happened by chance, maybe it was this curiosity for why death followed her that had him there. Then again there was the prospect of business that her prior man was too weak minded to understand, or his sack to small to bear in courage. Alcandor Valdus was a man built by his own actions, a soldier who had earned enough to buy a ship and act as a merchant of trade. Early exploits had seen him take faster, more dangerous routes with success. His ships never lost their cargo, and it was even whispered that he might take others. Of course now he had a fleet of such vessels, he had a home on the cliffs, and rarely did he step foot on the planks of one of the ships under his flag. Truth be told there was little that the Port of Kiel that didn't in some way connect to him. In her parlor stood this man, tall and broad shouldered yet lithe in his build. His hair was the color of gold, close cropped and well maintained as an old soldier’s habit. Feet stood well parted, back straight, and arms lashed behind back by a grip of fingers on his wrist. The leather and hide around him was well made, but not flashy in color. He carried no blade on his hips, yet managed to seem as if he did. Brown eyes shot through with green looked to the books, to the furniture of a dead man. Nothing had changed since he was last in this place, only the ass that would sit behind the chair at table...undoubtedly a finer arse. He would have to make note of that whenever she did make her appearance:
Was it not considered proper for a woman to make a man wait? As if she was ever one to stand on the side of propriety! Soon the doors of the parlor would open, a young servant to be the motivation behind this. A moment later is when she'd finally step through, head held high as was the usual poise of those whom held a title such as her; or her perception of such. However, the arrogance fell short, hard it was to replace the lithe flow of motion that carried her forth. The grace of ease to which she moved, almost as if floating when skirts danced about slippered feet. It was once inside she'd pause to rest those icy shards of blue upon the visitor. Head tilted slightly, she made no move to cover the fact she was brazenly appraising him from head to toe, then back. "Good evening Minn Drottinn..." The soft purr of that thickly accented voice. "... to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" She was still in the process of learning all of Erik's business associations. What she had found to be quite surprising, was the lack of the man's own hand in dealing with them. Barristers, Managers, and Advisors all tended to how things were run and the money controlled. That of course would all change, soon, once she was able to get a finger on the pulse of things. She'd enter the room to stand a few feet away from the man. ".. How insensitive are my servants .. you stand without drink in hand .." Here she'd fashion the most charming smile she could must. A light motion of hand would have the servant at the door, heading over to the sideboard. Doors opened to display a mass array of liquors, whiskeys, and wine. ".. what is your pleasure?"
Visit-:He turned to face the opening doors, his position unchanged. It took surprising effort to maintain the stoic expression of features, offering up a friendly enough smile that made him seem all the more handsome and boyish in charm. It was one he had mastered over time. She was beautiful, and he found her appraisal of him a pleasing feel though refrained from so looking upon her similarly. It did not take him viewing the assets to know the arse would be decidingly finer, something that kept smile in place.Pleasure, she liked this word, she used it often. He had hoped for a weak willed woman, an ignorant if pretty thing. She was not this, and it did not take a man who prided himself in judges of character to realize. She stepped closer, he inclined his head by some manner of rest, a slight bow to his back though it did not equal their height. When he answered, it was with her last question first, a baritone drawl.:...Wine will do me fine Baroness, though I hope my company can be as pleasing as you suggest....:The selection betrayed his simple roots, but he was never a man prone to much alcohol to start with.:...I must admit myself surprised. Erik had better taste than I believed...:A careful and veil thin insult to the departed, coupled with a compliment to herself. It tested the waters, as with the next statement.:...I am sorry for your recent losses. I must apologize that I was not able to attend to services, as I was out to sea...:As the win was brought his hand took glass with a smile to the baroness, it was her first question that would be address last.:...My name is Alcandor Valdus, I am afraid I am but a simple trader, merchant. I own a handful of ships that transport various items. I had once attempted a business relationship with your... friend the late Baron. He was not interested, I am curious if situations have changed...
Once the wine was delivered to the man's hand, it was then she'd indicate the two high backed chairs resting before the cold hearth. "The late Baron Vlaken's taste was not always pleasing and acceptable to some." Hands to collect the flowing material of skirts as she moved to set claim to one of the indicated chairs. Here she'd settle with hands folded upon lap. To his well wishes, she'd offer the most meager of smiles, its appearance was almost one of sadness ... almost. It was the depths of the eyes that such feelings were not reflected. "I thank you, Minn Drottinn Valdus.. a great loss I have indeed endured ..." Which she truly had, in the death of her father, so feelings could be genuine there. "You missed nothing of the services, with so many to tend to, I kept them small and private." It would be the information he offered of business that now piqued attention. "A fleet of ships you say ... impressive. I can't believe the late Baron refused your services. He has no ships of his own, to incorporate such would have expanded his business dealings ...or so I would think." The servant approached her side, bending to whisper near her ear. A simple nod and then a dismissive action of hand, would have the servant leaving the room, closing the door behind them. "I am Ekaterina Von Drasek ... my family name retained since the Baron and I had not gone through the formalities of matrimony." Head tipped slightly and just the hint of a smile to touch lips. "It seems I inherited the title instead, do to his untimely demise." A soft sigh to slowly escape after, she did have to put on some forlorn airs for the locals.
Airs-:He took seat beside her, folding easily into the chair with surprise grace that had legs parting in male comfort and arms coming to rest a long the places designed for them. The wine was held in hand, having only taken a single drink with darkened thin lips. His eyes were hers, and his attentions delved into what she stated. A loss, but not losses, she was coy in this game but he believed her what he originally assessed. A smart woman, if un-practiced in the politics. Her family name was familiar to him, but he couldn't quite place it. It was in her last words that he looked carefully at her, he was a man who took risks and lived by them. She was his risk now, and he let his eyes fall over her form as a man studied a woman, as she had he when she first laid eyes on him. This would be obvious to her, his gaze falling to her lap and the coiled fabric, to rise again over her bosom and elegant throat to features. :....He was afraid of me. What ships he, you, use are privately owned small things....:He slid from her to look at his wine, which was turned in hand and made to move about the glass that contained it. : Some hold harbor's in other cities. You lose a percentage every year to storms, pirates, accidents. In reality most of it goes to me, my men are better trained, my ships larger or faster as is the need. I take just enough to ensure their business do not grow to challenge mine, and because I did not care for the Baron. I am a petty and arrogant man, but do not confuse for ignorant...I came to him and explained this, he tried to bring up on charges...:Something that would be impossible a man's word against another, a noble and a Baron there were still means of democracy and money that could change hands.: It is more profitable for me to simply transport his cargo, and for him as he would have a certain level of insurance...It is my hope that, as you do not have a phallus, you will attempt to measure it against mine. So that I might do business with you...
As his eyes slowly caressed over her form, a smirk nearly formed upon those unpainted lips. Features were natural, no addition of coloration or tints like so many nobles and royals were prone to do. It wasn't like she was fishing for a husband that she had to enhance features. Such was done naturally by the kiss of the sun, creamy flesh held a natural glow. "Seems the Baron harbored ill will from many. I can see how his demise was made so simple." She would continue to listen to his explanations, and she couldn't help but to simply grin a bit when he spoke of their butting heads. "Hmmm... So tell me, Minn Drottinn Valdus.." Slowly she'd rise from her chair, hands to smooth along the abdomen to hips before resting at her sides; perhaps done on purpose? ".. If I refuse your services, you're telling me you'll simply take what's mine .. am I clear on this?" Amusement glimmered in those baby blues before she turned to take few steps towards a table off the side. A hand carved wooden box, the scene of a fox hunt to decorate the lid and sides, was taken in hand. Slowly she'd turn to face him, slow steps to carry her to stand within a foot of his seat. "...and if I do bargain into business with you, my property shall be safe from thievery or destruction?" Long slender digits would then lift the lid on the box, this to be offered out to him. "Cigar?" Within, the Baron's personal stash of a fine grade of tobacco, raised in the valley of Kiel. So casual she was .. so sweet her demeanor .. almost an air of innocents radiated from her, and this was often mistaken for naivety by man. The Baron was such a fool to believe such to be true.
Business methods-:His answer was quick and clear, a singular word.:...Yes...:She was too calm, too collected with the threat. He did not live his life, become he was, by being naive. Hips shifted slightly in his seat as he watched her, admittedly he enjoyed the view. But neither was he a virgin fresh to the ideas of woman and the bounty that could be found beneath skirts. His eyes moved to the cigars, he did not smoke. Vices of the rich he had not yet picked up, nor had he the intention to do so. Upwards from the box his gaze traveled over bosom to throat and features.: ...Baroness. I started with a ship in these waters, I took routes that were faster and pirate laced. The first pirate that attacked my ship died, and his ship became mine. As did the second, and the third. There was never fourth lady, because when I had three ships I found the pirates. I sunk them. I let the men live, and I taught them something. My ships do not come under attack, if my ship is attacked I will hunt you down, I will use everything I have to destroy you. I have many ships, I have many men. It is my life there, and I protect it fiercely. Continue using other means and yes, you will lose cargo. Do business with me, and you may lose it once. But never again...:A tilt of head had gaze sliding to her side, to her hips. She was not a noblewoman, nor was she a sleeper or some commoner playing at it. He wasn't entirely sure what one could label her.: ...I don't trust you, but I like you Baroness. Your Baron raged and fumed, he even tried to lay a hand on me. I think if I was capable of fear you might scare me, might even inspire lust in me...You will be a scary woman when you learn the way of things here...
Sharks are said to be able to recognize their own kind ... With the refusal of the tobacco, she'd simply turn and replace the box to where it once rested. Turning, she'd retain her placement of standing and facing him. Oh so sweet was the smile which appeared upon youthful features. "Minn Drottinn Valdus .. Extortion is an over used ploy to gain reaction and submission. It neither impresses, nor does it frighten me .. and no, I don't have a phallus I'm in need of measuring against yours." Said so nonchalantly, not even a blush or some fit of giggles to follow after. Slowly she'd step forward, moving closer to his seated position. "If your record is that flawless, and your presence that commanding upon the sea .. I would think you would be more inclined to brag your way into someone’s coffer." Smile would hint towards a grin, which was quickly lost from view as she turned to reclaim her chair. Once settled, focus would fully rest upon him once more. "I'm hurt to hear that distrust comes so easily." Hand would rise to rest atop chest in that wounded action. "When it should be I whom should distrust you." Hand lifted to indicate their surroundings. "You come to my home, brazenly threaten me... and have I been nothing but pleasant and hospitable to you!" Here comes the performance of the decade. Features would shift to a look of slight sadness ... even that bottom lip would give a hint of a pout. Just as quick as it was there, it melted into the pleasing nature of a smile. "I would be more inclined to speak further of possible business dealings ... Once I have a full understanding, and control, over all the Baron's holdings." Slight shake of head, hand lifted as index and middle rested against bridge of nose as if this was a simple annoyance. Hand would lower as those pale hues would rise to meet his. "So there may have to be several meetings of the mind, between us. I of course want to learn in more depths the nature of your business, and how it will benefit mine. Besides the fact you won't try robbing me that is."
Similar-:It was impressive, the performance, it had a brow rising and smile cresting on his features. A true smile that, surprisingly, made it to eyes. The smile became laughter, a graveled and low tone from the barrel of his chest that would be felt as a vibration in her belly. The wine was lifted and tossed, the fluid to land in the hearth before him and the glass to be set aside as he leaned forward, elbows propped on knees as features turned towards her. The lean let him close the distance, and give more intimacy to the words.:...He never knew of you, mind or body. The fool should have acted better...I am no fool Baroness. These meetings you desire, I will freely admit the prospect appeals to me....:Legs pushed him to stand, a large frame that now turned to face her, to stand before her as she had him.:...I would know what he did not. A joyful exchange, and to be repeated, a beautiful woman. Fine wine, or otherwise. These are not the things that threaten me or call for my distrust of you. It is my want of them, of you, that spurs such in me. From one mask to the other you wear them well, one ploy to the next, one game. I imagine what you might be and what you now are...I am not even an imaginative man...:The smile lingered a moment longer as head thingyed to side, looking down over her. When the smile faded it was replaced with a warmer expression, his left hand extending in offering.:...Would you like to know the length of my phallus Baroness Ekaterina von Drasek?
This time it was her laughter to fill the room, amused she was indeed, such reflected easily in icy shards. No faux coy expression would she give, or that of shock at his words. "Minn Drottinn Valdus, I'm sure your prowess supersedes your dealings in business, and its vast expanse to be greater than a mind could conceive." Brash she was, although that should be evident in the colorations she wore. No black of mourning clung to that lilth and toned frame. No ruddy coloration of skin or puffiness of eyes to depict sorrow was her bedmate. A shift to focus on his hand, then rise to rest upon features that hovered near. "I assure you, it will take more than silver tongue or challenging words to possess me so easily. I have no interest in your phallus, nor its length" Her hand would lift however, the soft flesh of her own hand settled upon his that dwarfed it in size. "As for games, is that not what keeps those of us that reside on the cliffs to keep from becoming bored or boring." Mixture of smile and grin to now play upon the surface of lips. "As for what I am, just a simple woman who has benefited from tragedies in life. I live, I learn, and I adjust ... The past is just that, a future is what rests before me .." Slowly she'd stand with his assistance, head tilted upwards slightly to maintain eye contact due to height differential. "One thing I am not, is easy. Do not misunderstand my invitations for future business to be an open door to more... for you see Minn Drottinn Valdus... you have yet to gain my trust." Head tilted slightly to the right as she gazed up at him.
Trust-:Ease was not a concept he was delving into. But attraction was, and though her denial it did not seem to impact hardly. Her hand was lifted, and knuckles with his lips before let to fall, if linger in touch he did not break. :...It is a lack of trust that benefits me in this. Should I bed you, and knowledge of it be leaked. I would very well be considered your husband's killer. Likewise if you should bed me, and knowledge be leaked, there would be those that say you are your husbands’ killer. I desire you, and I believe you desire me. My lust, and my brash words, reflects this and the knowledge that such an act would leave us forced in trust. Each would have the knife at the others throat, mutual destruction has a way of dealing with the ills of the world. Remember this lady, Erik did not have many allies. He died...but what ones he did will want revenge. As we stand you have none, and though talented your tongue and wise your wits they will not forever protect you. I don't confuse your invitation lady, I merely extend my own. If this is your denial of it so be it, rutting you would be pleasing and beneficial. But I am not so meek a man to be insulted by a woman's pleas and insistence of some purity, some lack of ease. I don't believe you easy, I believe you similar to me...:His gaze rested to hers a moment, as if judging and weighing.:...Do you still deny me lady, or do you wish me betwixt your thighs and your blade to my throat...
That had a brow rise slightly. "Well, it seems you're not up on the local gossip. For you see, the Baron's killer has already been found, convicted, and executed. The man confessed within the dungeons to the guards, and then proclaimed such great remorse, begging mercy of the Magistrate. " A slow intake of breath, a hinted sigh upon its release. "As for allies and enemies, those are for me to create. I know I'll have both, I'm not naive to the ways of business or the politics of men." Slowly her hand would retract from his light hold and she'd move to step around him. "As for rutting ...." A pause in step to glance up at him, now standing at his side. ".. I think that's over rated. Just another ploy, as you call it, to gain some fraction of control ... by either party." Continuing past him to move to the open window and gaze out it. "If you wish to do business, then so be it ..." Slowly turning to face towards him. "Business with benefits ... that is yet to be determined. You never know, we could be the ones who become enemies. It may be my throat to which a blade is placed."
Denial-:He watched her move to his side, watched her walk away. It was disappointing, but not un-expected. Much of what he did was to gauge reactions, to find what she was. As a sailor plumed depths to know the hazards of reefs.: I doubt there is much that could control you...:A true enough statement, and her decision made him dropped the subject in entirety. Leather soles moved him across the parlor floor to take up seat on the chair nearest her, its arm where he could still clearly face her. Legs were bent for comfort, and his own arms crossed on chest.:...Don't be so foolish to think a confessed dead man silences whispers of murder. Many deaths have befallen many people this last year, not just those close to you. The pious believe it is a cleansing, others that more powerful plays are at work. You'll find soon enough that your title will come with many things inherited through the weakness of its previous owner...:A man who would not touch his own business dealings, who even through his obvious failings managed to hold land and power. Of course he did not know of her father's murder, but what man was ignorant enough to speak of it at a funeral. His gaze draped over her shoulders and back, down spine and to flank hidden beneath the fabric. It was the first time he had gotten such a view of her, and enjoyed it for what it was. :...Many houses rest on these cliffs, some more vast and fine then yours. Might it be that I am your enemy in the coming times, but I will take no pleasure from it. Death is not the way I do business, I prefer to find a use for everything and everyone. I gained enough death in my youth...:A slight smile was given behind her.:...I'm afraid it would be a more...blunt blade of mine you would find near your throat...
Now facing him, hands to fold before her as she stood before the open window. The sea breeze that entered felt cool as it brushed past to cause flaxen waves to dance about shoulders slightly. "I never take anything for granted. Any who hold title, power, or wealth, let alone the combination, will be sought after for many reasons. I know that many will be less than honorable wants and demands." A glance around the room, manly in it's decor of leather bound books, mahogany furnishings and prized mounted heads from hunts long past. "Just as I know there will be those who will think they can take advantage of situations and people." Focus would shift to rest upon him. "I am but a woman, weak and frail in the eyes of many whom I'm to deal with in days and months to come. There will be those who will challenge my ability to control that which I've been left. I will admit, there are things to be learned yet, but I will learn." A few steps she'd take to stand before him, the material of skirt would lightly brush against the tip of his boots in the closeness. "I seek no pleasure in developing enemies, yet at the same time, I'll not be so naive to think it won't happen. When it happens, I'll find ways to protect myself. What I've gained may have been through inheritance, but I'll see it won't be ripped from my hands without a fight too."
Protect-:He smiled at her, and her words. She was intelligent, and he did genuinely feel some sort of attraction to her. She of course would be eaten alive, and it was saddening but...did it matter to him? Such intelligence could get you out of many issues, but into many others. He took her denials and her requests for time with ease, he knew them to be giving her the opportunity to think things over and to be fully aware of situations before going into them. Some would not be so patient or willing to wait, no matter what they said or appealed.:...Did I sound that arrogant when telling you of what I do, how I keep what is mine?...:He was not insulting her, not in the least. In fact his hands unfolded, and if she allowed it crossed the short distance between them. The large palms would come to rest on her hips, the fingers to lace about her belly and back. Thumbs to brush upwards, and down a cross the plane, unless of course she had shied from such a touch. :...You are a woman, but weak or frail is eyes you will not be. That you don't conform to what is expected will not take long for such men to find out. You will be viewed as an annoyance, a threat, or an example to be made....:If allowed to stay the hands, the touch would move up her sides over the ribs hidden beneath the garment, and then down, curling about hips to the back of flank, like pressure applied to feel such curves through the layers of skirts.:
Tease .. taunt ... natural by means of gender. Dangerous? Definitely so, but then was that not the life she lived? Danger lurked in every shadow, in every corner. Bold, that statement has already been plainly made. She would permit him the small pleasure of touch, if nothing else, to feed the fire that was already obviously burning. "Arrogant?" To this she had to simply smile. "That would be one way of putting it. The very presence put before me since I entered that door." Slight lean forward. "Although I do believe it was meant as an intimidation act that failed horribly." Teasing lilt to that thickly accented voice that naturally purred. Once his hands had trailed over the structure of her frame, like a blind man reading brail, her hands would shift and rest atop his. "I am a threat! I'm a threat to any whom had been taking advantage of the Baron due to his own arrogance. I will be a threat to those who compete against me in that which is traded. I'm a threat to being a woman standing in a man's world, alone." Slowly she'd remove his hands from her hips, holding them before her as she bent forwards slightly more. "And, I'm a threat to many women who have not what I possess, that hope to capture the eyes of nobles and royal alike. So you see, I am a Pandora's box created of flesh and bone." A brush of lips across the knuckles of his hands before she'd slowly release. "And I'll be a threat to your sanity." A tease? Perhaps it was more a promise. Amusement did glimmer in pale blues as she whispered this last. Slowly she stood as her hands let loose of his and two steps back she'd take.
Tease-:There was an amused sound his throat to her words, to her actions. She enjoyed this, and he was surprised find he himself did. Her lips were soft, and her breath warm. She was practiced in this, he doubted the Baron would not have moved forward without at least a little torment and wonders at what awaited him in a marriage bed. When he released he made no effort to keep her, but let her believe the freedom of her escape.: ...Pandora's box you fancy yourself then, to open and unleash hell? Somehow I doubt the parting of your limbs a hellish encounter Baroness...:Why did he warn her? Why did he talk to her so? This was unlike him, acting some petty virgin at the skirts of a wench no matter how fine. :...I hope I am not there the day you are shown the difference between these games and reality. You will not enjoy it...:It was a somber, and truthful statement, stark in contrast to his own lusty pursuits and perhaps a sign that he played the game just as well and was given a moment of clarity for her and actual concern. Of course it could be taken just as a ploy. Hand reached out again for her, in offering, his legs parting slightly in drape on the chair so that feet met ground and he took up lean. The well between thighs created for her body. He did not take, did not pull at her, but gave her this freedom she so enjoyed and choice. She may not wish to rut, but was his touch upon her so unpleasant, and what it could promise.:...What do you know of your Baron's dealings thus far?
Cat and mouse ... It would seem it was something they both played quite well. If only he knew the reality ... the truth .... Fight fire with fire was her motto and creed. Whether it be as the coy debutant, or as brash as any warrior wetting his whistle at a local tavern. Deep inside, there was knowledge there would be a purpose for this man, beneficial to her. Yet she'd not yet let him in on her tid bit of knowledge, not until she was sure and without a doubt. For now they'd play their game, each teetering for control of the moment; no matter how brief. He was a wealth of information, that was to be sure, and information was business. His hand would find hers to rest upon it, a step forward, however she'd not make the move to become too familiar with the manly form by setting upon a bended knee. "So far, from what records I've found. There are around 25 working mines to which he holds ownership. 1500 acres of hardwood that he lumbers and sells to the local shipwrights and other building industries." Head tilted slightly. "You spoke of small private ships, this was one thing I have yet to come across, is any records of his business dealings taking place beyond the Port of Kiel itself."
Speech-:The hand pulled her closer once more, but surprisingly it was not to face him, she was turned, and the hand fell to her hip. In this, he took. Took as her flank was pressed to the span of his thighs, thick a corded of muscle. Likewise was there a knowing of what lay between, the swell of the flesh of a male, of heat and heartbeat kissed to her lightly through the many veils of garments. He did no more, but rested his hand there on her hip, the other rising to trace the stitches in the fabric at her side, not suggestive, but appearing to be just something to do with the touch. He was curious about her game, and what she saw of it, what she did of it, and what would do. The Baron had died not knowing her ways, he saw it in her look. She would have sooner died herself then bed that man, let him touch her as perhaps he touched her now.: ...Interesting. I would have thought their more, or better records kept. Though it does make sense if someone was taking something, you wouldn't record it. If I found myself a weak thing...soft...:Though the word seemed to come out more in compliment of her assets then of what he actually spoke.: I might seek to use it. Wouldn't surprise me if much of what you actually own and earn would be hard to come by....As for ships, I can't help you. Maybe they have a reason to hide where they go, what they do. The only ones I cared about were those low in the water and taking my routes. Those were the hulls fat with ripe things...Shall I keep spinning tales or shall I quote you, I'm not that easy?...:There was a sound of laughter behind her from him, information she was fishing for, and he was feeding her a bit...nibbles at the cooked pig.:
Buck in rut ..... Not unfamiliar to how men chose to present themselves. Superiority in intelligence, strength, and virility. How many times had she played the game and allowed them to think they had the upper hand? She knew how to play them by simple observations and interactions. "I said, those were the only records I found here at the manor. I have yet had those which are in the possession of the Baron's Barristers ... several Managers, and the book-keepers." His comment would have her looking over her shoulder at him. "If I thought you to be easy Minn Drottinn Valdus, you would have been dismissed a long time ago." A bit longer was her position held, she'd then step away to put several feet distance between them before she turned to face him. "I have no doubt his holdings expand beyond that which I have knowledge of, and I'm sure there are those who benefited from his ignorance in the business dealings taking place." Eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, but in a serious nature. "I know it's not going to be easy to gain cooperation from them, but I'll be persistent. I have no doubt they'll wish to cover any indiscretions before turning any of this information over to me, if not forging duplicates in order to keep me ignorant of their actions." Head tilted slightly. "So If I do create business associations, they'll have to be ones that is prepared to deal with such individuals as well."
Places-:She insisted on being away from him, and he did not pull her back. Turning away and towards the chair to once more take a seat in it. Stretching out long legs before him with light sigh. He was not one to educate, she would learn and take her own mistakes with her whatever they would be. She was cold and unhappy, how could she be happy and say things like this, live in a world like this? Everything was a place to move and was he any different, no. There was a roll of his shoulder to gain more comfort.:...Few people know I was married once. It was far from here, and I was a very young man...more a boy then anything. I got my thingy wet where I ought not, madly in love with her and her father was very wealthy. To say he was...displeased with the turn of events was an understatement. I was a fisherman's son, and on top of it I was not a good fisherman. She was three or four moons into her pregnancy, I do not know how many pregnant women you have seen but they are very beautiful. I couldn't keep my hands off of her....She joked that it was a good thing I was going after the fall catch, it would give her time to close least the baby fall when she stood...:He smiled, turning head to gauge her reaction to the lewd comment.:...During the fall, fish would run along the coast and the men would be gone for a couple of months, long enough that my child would be born before I returned.... My own father fired me, as I said, I was not a good fisherman. Surprisingly I got a job readily enough though, an outfit run by two brothers. You see I was lead to believe it was my wife's father who had paid them to take me out to sea, and to see that I died. I cannot catch a fish to save my life...but I learned then I was very good at killing given the opportunity and the motivation. The ship apparently made it back to shore, shattered on the rocks, some of the timbers stained with blood. My wife slit her wrists shortly after, taking not only her life, but the life of our unborn child, thinking that I too had died upon the sea that day. I washed up on a horn several weeks away by foot. They had buried her by the time I arrived. My father had a new boat, a new net, and my father-in-law the new drunk. You see it wasn't my father-in-law who had paid to have my killed. He had paid my father to convince me to cast her out. The point is you don't know who your enemies are until they do something, then you can only react. As cute as your game is perhaps you should not be waiting for an enemy...
Arms rose to cross beneath the swell of breasts, icy shards of blue to rest upon him. Features and pale blue depths expressionless. His continued attempt to shock or appall her was something she noticed. "Tell me, Minn Drottinn Valdus ... do you speak and treat all women you meet in such a manner, or only those whom you view as a threat?" If her father had been alive, the way the man acted and spoke would have had him called out on a field of honor. He baited for a reaction, and thus one would be gained. "I am not oblivious to enemies and the fact they can be one you'd lease expect. I may be young in your eyes, perhaps even uneducated in such ways ... I do not walk through life with blind eyes or deaf ears." Calm, casual was her tone. "I did not enter through the doors of this manor thinking life would be as perfect as a picture, nor easy. You speak to me as if I'm some tavern wench in one moment, then as if I'm some sheltered child. I am neither!" Moving to the side-board, a glass to be procured and filled partially from the bottle of brandy.
Responses- :It did not take him any time at all to think of response.:...I speak to people count as friends, male or female, in such ways. Though I suppose I can apologize, I have been at sea and the conversations are quite colorful there...But it would be a false apology. I no more offended you, then have ever intended to offend you. :Equally calm was his response, still the game. If she wanted to play at being some refined lady that couldn't handle a dirty word then that was her right to do so. : But you are right the way I speak to you is an odd one, and I grow annoyed with myself. Chasing skirt tails is not my normal manner, nor being protective over a lady of which has no interest in me. :He stood, bowing at waist to her before rounding his chair to move towards the door and his way out of exit. He had been too long without a female around him, perhaps it was time to visit the sleeper house. It made him foolish. :
His words had her turn to face towards him as she heard him stand. "Interest is not something gained in a moments meeting. It may be for some, but then there are those who are chosen to partner and never meet until the day they are joined by propriety. As for propriety, first impressions are ever lasting. I am careful whom I let near, let alone close. I'm sure a man such as yourself hasn't gotten to where you are by doing anything less. If this insults you, then so be it, there's little I can say or do to change the matter." Glass in hand lifted to sip from before lowering to rest in the cradle of both hands hold. "I had thought your initial reason for coming was to propose business, had that changed at some point during your visit, that it was to become more personal in nature?" Head tilted slightly as she watched him make his way through the door. She'd not run after to stop him, nor make apologies for not permitting him to paw over her. "If you change your mind and wish to engage in business, you know where my door is."
Done-:He stopped short of the door and looked at her. She was not innocent in this, and to make it seem only his intentions and his interest, his actions. Things she baited for him. :...I am not a noble, not trained in grace or any social airs, obviously, as my flirtations with you and my attempts to consult you birthed this. But my pride, my response to your insults and to the way you behave only means that I will not conduct business with you. Means that what you try to send from your city, will be at my mercy. Other men will kill you girl, men that can do so in your home in front of your servants whenever they wish. Men that will poison your brandy for they know you favorite. :The servant girl who had served him, who was to say she wasn't paid by someone else. : Did it ever even occur to you that your interest may not be something gained in a moments meeting, but then mine was. Enjoy your Brandy...:If she had further words she would find only the open and then closed door of her parlor to say them to.:
When the door closed, she simply smirked. There'd be no bellow, no showing of a temper tantrum as she rushed after him. The last of the brandy would be swallowed, glass set aside before she'd make way to the door. It would be opened and out it she'd step to the main hall. It would be here she'd pause and look towards the front door of the manor. She could see some of the servants peeking around corners upon hearing the heated words and threats made. A glance from her in their direction would have them skittering back to their chores. She could see his back as it lumbered before the door of the manor to take him out. "I never accused you of being noble, or of noble cloth. Respect on the other hand is not asking too much I would think. I didn't toy with you, but offered respect in the beginning. Yet I'm the one who's wrong here." Slow shake of her head. "At least I know the face of mine enemy, even if only one thus far. " This would not be shouted, simply stated in a level and volume to reach his ears.
Doors-:They were taking long enough with his horse that he was sure a word or two would be following him. She would have to get the last in, it was just who she was. He could have tried for some witty response, could have leveled another insult her way. Could have even corrected her, he wasn't an enemy, just not an ally. He did none of these things, instead just looking over shoulder at her from before the door, until the sounds of hooves outside indicated his horse had been brought. The door opened and his sword,scabbard, and belt were handed. These were placed about hips and cinched tight. Once mounted there was not a glance offered her home or her. Just the trot of the beast over the worn cobblestones and towards the town sprawled out before the harbor. He was not a happy man.:
She'd not make her presence outside the door, but instead would head to the den where paperwork awaited her attentions. There were still quite a few for her to look over, plus if all went well, some were to be delivered to her the next morning. Things had not started off on a good foot, and the way it ended placed her in a dark mood to say the least. At least she wasn't one who lashed out when such temperament overcome her, so the servants would be safe. The doors to the den would be closed behind her and to the massive desk she would move. Settling down behind it with a weary sigh to begin a long night’s work.
Was it not considered proper for a woman to make a man wait? As if she was ever one to stand on the side of propriety! Soon the doors of the parlor would open, a young servant to be the motivation behind this. A moment later is when she'd finally step through, head held high as was the usual poise of those whom held a title such as her; or her perception of such. However, the arrogance fell short, hard it was to replace the lithe flow of motion that carried her forth. The grace of ease to which she moved, almost as if floating when skirts danced about slippered feet. It was once inside she'd pause to rest those icy shards of blue upon the visitor. Head tilted slightly, she made no move to cover the fact she was brazenly appraising him from head to toe, then back. "Good evening Minn Drottinn..." The soft purr of that thickly accented voice. "... to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" She was still in the process of learning all of Erik's business associations. What she had found to be quite surprising, was the lack of the man's own hand in dealing with them. Barristers, Managers, and Advisors all tended to how things were run and the money controlled. That of course would all change, soon, once she was able to get a finger on the pulse of things. She'd enter the room to stand a few feet away from the man. ".. How insensitive are my servants .. you stand without drink in hand .." Here she'd fashion the most charming smile she could must. A light motion of hand would have the servant at the door, heading over to the sideboard. Doors opened to display a mass array of liquors, whiskeys, and wine. ".. what is your pleasure?"
Visit-:He turned to face the opening doors, his position unchanged. It took surprising effort to maintain the stoic expression of features, offering up a friendly enough smile that made him seem all the more handsome and boyish in charm. It was one he had mastered over time. She was beautiful, and he found her appraisal of him a pleasing feel though refrained from so looking upon her similarly. It did not take him viewing the assets to know the arse would be decidingly finer, something that kept smile in place.Pleasure, she liked this word, she used it often. He had hoped for a weak willed woman, an ignorant if pretty thing. She was not this, and it did not take a man who prided himself in judges of character to realize. She stepped closer, he inclined his head by some manner of rest, a slight bow to his back though it did not equal their height. When he answered, it was with her last question first, a baritone drawl.:...Wine will do me fine Baroness, though I hope my company can be as pleasing as you suggest....:The selection betrayed his simple roots, but he was never a man prone to much alcohol to start with.:...I must admit myself surprised. Erik had better taste than I believed...:A careful and veil thin insult to the departed, coupled with a compliment to herself. It tested the waters, as with the next statement.:...I am sorry for your recent losses. I must apologize that I was not able to attend to services, as I was out to sea...:As the win was brought his hand took glass with a smile to the baroness, it was her first question that would be address last.:...My name is Alcandor Valdus, I am afraid I am but a simple trader, merchant. I own a handful of ships that transport various items. I had once attempted a business relationship with your... friend the late Baron. He was not interested, I am curious if situations have changed...
Once the wine was delivered to the man's hand, it was then she'd indicate the two high backed chairs resting before the cold hearth. "The late Baron Vlaken's taste was not always pleasing and acceptable to some." Hands to collect the flowing material of skirts as she moved to set claim to one of the indicated chairs. Here she'd settle with hands folded upon lap. To his well wishes, she'd offer the most meager of smiles, its appearance was almost one of sadness ... almost. It was the depths of the eyes that such feelings were not reflected. "I thank you, Minn Drottinn Valdus.. a great loss I have indeed endured ..." Which she truly had, in the death of her father, so feelings could be genuine there. "You missed nothing of the services, with so many to tend to, I kept them small and private." It would be the information he offered of business that now piqued attention. "A fleet of ships you say ... impressive. I can't believe the late Baron refused your services. He has no ships of his own, to incorporate such would have expanded his business dealings ...or so I would think." The servant approached her side, bending to whisper near her ear. A simple nod and then a dismissive action of hand, would have the servant leaving the room, closing the door behind them. "I am Ekaterina Von Drasek ... my family name retained since the Baron and I had not gone through the formalities of matrimony." Head tipped slightly and just the hint of a smile to touch lips. "It seems I inherited the title instead, do to his untimely demise." A soft sigh to slowly escape after, she did have to put on some forlorn airs for the locals.
Airs-:He took seat beside her, folding easily into the chair with surprise grace that had legs parting in male comfort and arms coming to rest a long the places designed for them. The wine was held in hand, having only taken a single drink with darkened thin lips. His eyes were hers, and his attentions delved into what she stated. A loss, but not losses, she was coy in this game but he believed her what he originally assessed. A smart woman, if un-practiced in the politics. Her family name was familiar to him, but he couldn't quite place it. It was in her last words that he looked carefully at her, he was a man who took risks and lived by them. She was his risk now, and he let his eyes fall over her form as a man studied a woman, as she had he when she first laid eyes on him. This would be obvious to her, his gaze falling to her lap and the coiled fabric, to rise again over her bosom and elegant throat to features. :....He was afraid of me. What ships he, you, use are privately owned small things....:He slid from her to look at his wine, which was turned in hand and made to move about the glass that contained it. : Some hold harbor's in other cities. You lose a percentage every year to storms, pirates, accidents. In reality most of it goes to me, my men are better trained, my ships larger or faster as is the need. I take just enough to ensure their business do not grow to challenge mine, and because I did not care for the Baron. I am a petty and arrogant man, but do not confuse for ignorant...I came to him and explained this, he tried to bring up on charges...:Something that would be impossible a man's word against another, a noble and a Baron there were still means of democracy and money that could change hands.: It is more profitable for me to simply transport his cargo, and for him as he would have a certain level of insurance...It is my hope that, as you do not have a phallus, you will attempt to measure it against mine. So that I might do business with you...
As his eyes slowly caressed over her form, a smirk nearly formed upon those unpainted lips. Features were natural, no addition of coloration or tints like so many nobles and royals were prone to do. It wasn't like she was fishing for a husband that she had to enhance features. Such was done naturally by the kiss of the sun, creamy flesh held a natural glow. "Seems the Baron harbored ill will from many. I can see how his demise was made so simple." She would continue to listen to his explanations, and she couldn't help but to simply grin a bit when he spoke of their butting heads. "Hmmm... So tell me, Minn Drottinn Valdus.." Slowly she'd rise from her chair, hands to smooth along the abdomen to hips before resting at her sides; perhaps done on purpose? ".. If I refuse your services, you're telling me you'll simply take what's mine .. am I clear on this?" Amusement glimmered in those baby blues before she turned to take few steps towards a table off the side. A hand carved wooden box, the scene of a fox hunt to decorate the lid and sides, was taken in hand. Slowly she'd turn to face him, slow steps to carry her to stand within a foot of his seat. "...and if I do bargain into business with you, my property shall be safe from thievery or destruction?" Long slender digits would then lift the lid on the box, this to be offered out to him. "Cigar?" Within, the Baron's personal stash of a fine grade of tobacco, raised in the valley of Kiel. So casual she was .. so sweet her demeanor .. almost an air of innocents radiated from her, and this was often mistaken for naivety by man. The Baron was such a fool to believe such to be true.
Business methods-:His answer was quick and clear, a singular word.:...Yes...:She was too calm, too collected with the threat. He did not live his life, become he was, by being naive. Hips shifted slightly in his seat as he watched her, admittedly he enjoyed the view. But neither was he a virgin fresh to the ideas of woman and the bounty that could be found beneath skirts. His eyes moved to the cigars, he did not smoke. Vices of the rich he had not yet picked up, nor had he the intention to do so. Upwards from the box his gaze traveled over bosom to throat and features.: ...Baroness. I started with a ship in these waters, I took routes that were faster and pirate laced. The first pirate that attacked my ship died, and his ship became mine. As did the second, and the third. There was never fourth lady, because when I had three ships I found the pirates. I sunk them. I let the men live, and I taught them something. My ships do not come under attack, if my ship is attacked I will hunt you down, I will use everything I have to destroy you. I have many ships, I have many men. It is my life there, and I protect it fiercely. Continue using other means and yes, you will lose cargo. Do business with me, and you may lose it once. But never again...:A tilt of head had gaze sliding to her side, to her hips. She was not a noblewoman, nor was she a sleeper or some commoner playing at it. He wasn't entirely sure what one could label her.: ...I don't trust you, but I like you Baroness. Your Baron raged and fumed, he even tried to lay a hand on me. I think if I was capable of fear you might scare me, might even inspire lust in me...You will be a scary woman when you learn the way of things here...
Sharks are said to be able to recognize their own kind ... With the refusal of the tobacco, she'd simply turn and replace the box to where it once rested. Turning, she'd retain her placement of standing and facing him. Oh so sweet was the smile which appeared upon youthful features. "Minn Drottinn Valdus .. Extortion is an over used ploy to gain reaction and submission. It neither impresses, nor does it frighten me .. and no, I don't have a phallus I'm in need of measuring against yours." Said so nonchalantly, not even a blush or some fit of giggles to follow after. Slowly she'd step forward, moving closer to his seated position. "If your record is that flawless, and your presence that commanding upon the sea .. I would think you would be more inclined to brag your way into someone’s coffer." Smile would hint towards a grin, which was quickly lost from view as she turned to reclaim her chair. Once settled, focus would fully rest upon him once more. "I'm hurt to hear that distrust comes so easily." Hand would rise to rest atop chest in that wounded action. "When it should be I whom should distrust you." Hand lifted to indicate their surroundings. "You come to my home, brazenly threaten me... and have I been nothing but pleasant and hospitable to you!" Here comes the performance of the decade. Features would shift to a look of slight sadness ... even that bottom lip would give a hint of a pout. Just as quick as it was there, it melted into the pleasing nature of a smile. "I would be more inclined to speak further of possible business dealings ... Once I have a full understanding, and control, over all the Baron's holdings." Slight shake of head, hand lifted as index and middle rested against bridge of nose as if this was a simple annoyance. Hand would lower as those pale hues would rise to meet his. "So there may have to be several meetings of the mind, between us. I of course want to learn in more depths the nature of your business, and how it will benefit mine. Besides the fact you won't try robbing me that is."
Similar-:It was impressive, the performance, it had a brow rising and smile cresting on his features. A true smile that, surprisingly, made it to eyes. The smile became laughter, a graveled and low tone from the barrel of his chest that would be felt as a vibration in her belly. The wine was lifted and tossed, the fluid to land in the hearth before him and the glass to be set aside as he leaned forward, elbows propped on knees as features turned towards her. The lean let him close the distance, and give more intimacy to the words.:...He never knew of you, mind or body. The fool should have acted better...I am no fool Baroness. These meetings you desire, I will freely admit the prospect appeals to me....:Legs pushed him to stand, a large frame that now turned to face her, to stand before her as she had him.:...I would know what he did not. A joyful exchange, and to be repeated, a beautiful woman. Fine wine, or otherwise. These are not the things that threaten me or call for my distrust of you. It is my want of them, of you, that spurs such in me. From one mask to the other you wear them well, one ploy to the next, one game. I imagine what you might be and what you now are...I am not even an imaginative man...:The smile lingered a moment longer as head thingyed to side, looking down over her. When the smile faded it was replaced with a warmer expression, his left hand extending in offering.:...Would you like to know the length of my phallus Baroness Ekaterina von Drasek?
This time it was her laughter to fill the room, amused she was indeed, such reflected easily in icy shards. No faux coy expression would she give, or that of shock at his words. "Minn Drottinn Valdus, I'm sure your prowess supersedes your dealings in business, and its vast expanse to be greater than a mind could conceive." Brash she was, although that should be evident in the colorations she wore. No black of mourning clung to that lilth and toned frame. No ruddy coloration of skin or puffiness of eyes to depict sorrow was her bedmate. A shift to focus on his hand, then rise to rest upon features that hovered near. "I assure you, it will take more than silver tongue or challenging words to possess me so easily. I have no interest in your phallus, nor its length" Her hand would lift however, the soft flesh of her own hand settled upon his that dwarfed it in size. "As for games, is that not what keeps those of us that reside on the cliffs to keep from becoming bored or boring." Mixture of smile and grin to now play upon the surface of lips. "As for what I am, just a simple woman who has benefited from tragedies in life. I live, I learn, and I adjust ... The past is just that, a future is what rests before me .." Slowly she'd stand with his assistance, head tilted upwards slightly to maintain eye contact due to height differential. "One thing I am not, is easy. Do not misunderstand my invitations for future business to be an open door to more... for you see Minn Drottinn Valdus... you have yet to gain my trust." Head tilted slightly to the right as she gazed up at him.
Trust-:Ease was not a concept he was delving into. But attraction was, and though her denial it did not seem to impact hardly. Her hand was lifted, and knuckles with his lips before let to fall, if linger in touch he did not break. :...It is a lack of trust that benefits me in this. Should I bed you, and knowledge of it be leaked. I would very well be considered your husband's killer. Likewise if you should bed me, and knowledge be leaked, there would be those that say you are your husbands’ killer. I desire you, and I believe you desire me. My lust, and my brash words, reflects this and the knowledge that such an act would leave us forced in trust. Each would have the knife at the others throat, mutual destruction has a way of dealing with the ills of the world. Remember this lady, Erik did not have many allies. He died...but what ones he did will want revenge. As we stand you have none, and though talented your tongue and wise your wits they will not forever protect you. I don't confuse your invitation lady, I merely extend my own. If this is your denial of it so be it, rutting you would be pleasing and beneficial. But I am not so meek a man to be insulted by a woman's pleas and insistence of some purity, some lack of ease. I don't believe you easy, I believe you similar to me...:His gaze rested to hers a moment, as if judging and weighing.:...Do you still deny me lady, or do you wish me betwixt your thighs and your blade to my throat...
That had a brow rise slightly. "Well, it seems you're not up on the local gossip. For you see, the Baron's killer has already been found, convicted, and executed. The man confessed within the dungeons to the guards, and then proclaimed such great remorse, begging mercy of the Magistrate. " A slow intake of breath, a hinted sigh upon its release. "As for allies and enemies, those are for me to create. I know I'll have both, I'm not naive to the ways of business or the politics of men." Slowly her hand would retract from his light hold and she'd move to step around him. "As for rutting ...." A pause in step to glance up at him, now standing at his side. ".. I think that's over rated. Just another ploy, as you call it, to gain some fraction of control ... by either party." Continuing past him to move to the open window and gaze out it. "If you wish to do business, then so be it ..." Slowly turning to face towards him. "Business with benefits ... that is yet to be determined. You never know, we could be the ones who become enemies. It may be my throat to which a blade is placed."
Denial-:He watched her move to his side, watched her walk away. It was disappointing, but not un-expected. Much of what he did was to gauge reactions, to find what she was. As a sailor plumed depths to know the hazards of reefs.: I doubt there is much that could control you...:A true enough statement, and her decision made him dropped the subject in entirety. Leather soles moved him across the parlor floor to take up seat on the chair nearest her, its arm where he could still clearly face her. Legs were bent for comfort, and his own arms crossed on chest.:...Don't be so foolish to think a confessed dead man silences whispers of murder. Many deaths have befallen many people this last year, not just those close to you. The pious believe it is a cleansing, others that more powerful plays are at work. You'll find soon enough that your title will come with many things inherited through the weakness of its previous owner...:A man who would not touch his own business dealings, who even through his obvious failings managed to hold land and power. Of course he did not know of her father's murder, but what man was ignorant enough to speak of it at a funeral. His gaze draped over her shoulders and back, down spine and to flank hidden beneath the fabric. It was the first time he had gotten such a view of her, and enjoyed it for what it was. :...Many houses rest on these cliffs, some more vast and fine then yours. Might it be that I am your enemy in the coming times, but I will take no pleasure from it. Death is not the way I do business, I prefer to find a use for everything and everyone. I gained enough death in my youth...:A slight smile was given behind her.:...I'm afraid it would be a more...blunt blade of mine you would find near your throat...
Now facing him, hands to fold before her as she stood before the open window. The sea breeze that entered felt cool as it brushed past to cause flaxen waves to dance about shoulders slightly. "I never take anything for granted. Any who hold title, power, or wealth, let alone the combination, will be sought after for many reasons. I know that many will be less than honorable wants and demands." A glance around the room, manly in it's decor of leather bound books, mahogany furnishings and prized mounted heads from hunts long past. "Just as I know there will be those who will think they can take advantage of situations and people." Focus would shift to rest upon him. "I am but a woman, weak and frail in the eyes of many whom I'm to deal with in days and months to come. There will be those who will challenge my ability to control that which I've been left. I will admit, there are things to be learned yet, but I will learn." A few steps she'd take to stand before him, the material of skirt would lightly brush against the tip of his boots in the closeness. "I seek no pleasure in developing enemies, yet at the same time, I'll not be so naive to think it won't happen. When it happens, I'll find ways to protect myself. What I've gained may have been through inheritance, but I'll see it won't be ripped from my hands without a fight too."
Protect-:He smiled at her, and her words. She was intelligent, and he did genuinely feel some sort of attraction to her. She of course would be eaten alive, and it was saddening but...did it matter to him? Such intelligence could get you out of many issues, but into many others. He took her denials and her requests for time with ease, he knew them to be giving her the opportunity to think things over and to be fully aware of situations before going into them. Some would not be so patient or willing to wait, no matter what they said or appealed.:...Did I sound that arrogant when telling you of what I do, how I keep what is mine?...:He was not insulting her, not in the least. In fact his hands unfolded, and if she allowed it crossed the short distance between them. The large palms would come to rest on her hips, the fingers to lace about her belly and back. Thumbs to brush upwards, and down a cross the plane, unless of course she had shied from such a touch. :...You are a woman, but weak or frail is eyes you will not be. That you don't conform to what is expected will not take long for such men to find out. You will be viewed as an annoyance, a threat, or an example to be made....:If allowed to stay the hands, the touch would move up her sides over the ribs hidden beneath the garment, and then down, curling about hips to the back of flank, like pressure applied to feel such curves through the layers of skirts.:
Tease .. taunt ... natural by means of gender. Dangerous? Definitely so, but then was that not the life she lived? Danger lurked in every shadow, in every corner. Bold, that statement has already been plainly made. She would permit him the small pleasure of touch, if nothing else, to feed the fire that was already obviously burning. "Arrogant?" To this she had to simply smile. "That would be one way of putting it. The very presence put before me since I entered that door." Slight lean forward. "Although I do believe it was meant as an intimidation act that failed horribly." Teasing lilt to that thickly accented voice that naturally purred. Once his hands had trailed over the structure of her frame, like a blind man reading brail, her hands would shift and rest atop his. "I am a threat! I'm a threat to any whom had been taking advantage of the Baron due to his own arrogance. I will be a threat to those who compete against me in that which is traded. I'm a threat to being a woman standing in a man's world, alone." Slowly she'd remove his hands from her hips, holding them before her as she bent forwards slightly more. "And, I'm a threat to many women who have not what I possess, that hope to capture the eyes of nobles and royal alike. So you see, I am a Pandora's box created of flesh and bone." A brush of lips across the knuckles of his hands before she'd slowly release. "And I'll be a threat to your sanity." A tease? Perhaps it was more a promise. Amusement did glimmer in pale blues as she whispered this last. Slowly she stood as her hands let loose of his and two steps back she'd take.
Tease-:There was an amused sound his throat to her words, to her actions. She enjoyed this, and he was surprised find he himself did. Her lips were soft, and her breath warm. She was practiced in this, he doubted the Baron would not have moved forward without at least a little torment and wonders at what awaited him in a marriage bed. When he released he made no effort to keep her, but let her believe the freedom of her escape.: ...Pandora's box you fancy yourself then, to open and unleash hell? Somehow I doubt the parting of your limbs a hellish encounter Baroness...:Why did he warn her? Why did he talk to her so? This was unlike him, acting some petty virgin at the skirts of a wench no matter how fine. :...I hope I am not there the day you are shown the difference between these games and reality. You will not enjoy it...:It was a somber, and truthful statement, stark in contrast to his own lusty pursuits and perhaps a sign that he played the game just as well and was given a moment of clarity for her and actual concern. Of course it could be taken just as a ploy. Hand reached out again for her, in offering, his legs parting slightly in drape on the chair so that feet met ground and he took up lean. The well between thighs created for her body. He did not take, did not pull at her, but gave her this freedom she so enjoyed and choice. She may not wish to rut, but was his touch upon her so unpleasant, and what it could promise.:...What do you know of your Baron's dealings thus far?
Cat and mouse ... It would seem it was something they both played quite well. If only he knew the reality ... the truth .... Fight fire with fire was her motto and creed. Whether it be as the coy debutant, or as brash as any warrior wetting his whistle at a local tavern. Deep inside, there was knowledge there would be a purpose for this man, beneficial to her. Yet she'd not yet let him in on her tid bit of knowledge, not until she was sure and without a doubt. For now they'd play their game, each teetering for control of the moment; no matter how brief. He was a wealth of information, that was to be sure, and information was business. His hand would find hers to rest upon it, a step forward, however she'd not make the move to become too familiar with the manly form by setting upon a bended knee. "So far, from what records I've found. There are around 25 working mines to which he holds ownership. 1500 acres of hardwood that he lumbers and sells to the local shipwrights and other building industries." Head tilted slightly. "You spoke of small private ships, this was one thing I have yet to come across, is any records of his business dealings taking place beyond the Port of Kiel itself."
Speech-:The hand pulled her closer once more, but surprisingly it was not to face him, she was turned, and the hand fell to her hip. In this, he took. Took as her flank was pressed to the span of his thighs, thick a corded of muscle. Likewise was there a knowing of what lay between, the swell of the flesh of a male, of heat and heartbeat kissed to her lightly through the many veils of garments. He did no more, but rested his hand there on her hip, the other rising to trace the stitches in the fabric at her side, not suggestive, but appearing to be just something to do with the touch. He was curious about her game, and what she saw of it, what she did of it, and what would do. The Baron had died not knowing her ways, he saw it in her look. She would have sooner died herself then bed that man, let him touch her as perhaps he touched her now.: ...Interesting. I would have thought their more, or better records kept. Though it does make sense if someone was taking something, you wouldn't record it. If I found myself a weak thing...soft...:Though the word seemed to come out more in compliment of her assets then of what he actually spoke.: I might seek to use it. Wouldn't surprise me if much of what you actually own and earn would be hard to come by....As for ships, I can't help you. Maybe they have a reason to hide where they go, what they do. The only ones I cared about were those low in the water and taking my routes. Those were the hulls fat with ripe things...Shall I keep spinning tales or shall I quote you, I'm not that easy?...:There was a sound of laughter behind her from him, information she was fishing for, and he was feeding her a bit...nibbles at the cooked pig.:
Buck in rut ..... Not unfamiliar to how men chose to present themselves. Superiority in intelligence, strength, and virility. How many times had she played the game and allowed them to think they had the upper hand? She knew how to play them by simple observations and interactions. "I said, those were the only records I found here at the manor. I have yet had those which are in the possession of the Baron's Barristers ... several Managers, and the book-keepers." His comment would have her looking over her shoulder at him. "If I thought you to be easy Minn Drottinn Valdus, you would have been dismissed a long time ago." A bit longer was her position held, she'd then step away to put several feet distance between them before she turned to face him. "I have no doubt his holdings expand beyond that which I have knowledge of, and I'm sure there are those who benefited from his ignorance in the business dealings taking place." Eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, but in a serious nature. "I know it's not going to be easy to gain cooperation from them, but I'll be persistent. I have no doubt they'll wish to cover any indiscretions before turning any of this information over to me, if not forging duplicates in order to keep me ignorant of their actions." Head tilted slightly. "So If I do create business associations, they'll have to be ones that is prepared to deal with such individuals as well."
Places-:She insisted on being away from him, and he did not pull her back. Turning away and towards the chair to once more take a seat in it. Stretching out long legs before him with light sigh. He was not one to educate, she would learn and take her own mistakes with her whatever they would be. She was cold and unhappy, how could she be happy and say things like this, live in a world like this? Everything was a place to move and was he any different, no. There was a roll of his shoulder to gain more comfort.:...Few people know I was married once. It was far from here, and I was a very young man...more a boy then anything. I got my thingy wet where I ought not, madly in love with her and her father was very wealthy. To say he was...displeased with the turn of events was an understatement. I was a fisherman's son, and on top of it I was not a good fisherman. She was three or four moons into her pregnancy, I do not know how many pregnant women you have seen but they are very beautiful. I couldn't keep my hands off of her....She joked that it was a good thing I was going after the fall catch, it would give her time to close least the baby fall when she stood...:He smiled, turning head to gauge her reaction to the lewd comment.:...During the fall, fish would run along the coast and the men would be gone for a couple of months, long enough that my child would be born before I returned.... My own father fired me, as I said, I was not a good fisherman. Surprisingly I got a job readily enough though, an outfit run by two brothers. You see I was lead to believe it was my wife's father who had paid them to take me out to sea, and to see that I died. I cannot catch a fish to save my life...but I learned then I was very good at killing given the opportunity and the motivation. The ship apparently made it back to shore, shattered on the rocks, some of the timbers stained with blood. My wife slit her wrists shortly after, taking not only her life, but the life of our unborn child, thinking that I too had died upon the sea that day. I washed up on a horn several weeks away by foot. They had buried her by the time I arrived. My father had a new boat, a new net, and my father-in-law the new drunk. You see it wasn't my father-in-law who had paid to have my killed. He had paid my father to convince me to cast her out. The point is you don't know who your enemies are until they do something, then you can only react. As cute as your game is perhaps you should not be waiting for an enemy...
Arms rose to cross beneath the swell of breasts, icy shards of blue to rest upon him. Features and pale blue depths expressionless. His continued attempt to shock or appall her was something she noticed. "Tell me, Minn Drottinn Valdus ... do you speak and treat all women you meet in such a manner, or only those whom you view as a threat?" If her father had been alive, the way the man acted and spoke would have had him called out on a field of honor. He baited for a reaction, and thus one would be gained. "I am not oblivious to enemies and the fact they can be one you'd lease expect. I may be young in your eyes, perhaps even uneducated in such ways ... I do not walk through life with blind eyes or deaf ears." Calm, casual was her tone. "I did not enter through the doors of this manor thinking life would be as perfect as a picture, nor easy. You speak to me as if I'm some tavern wench in one moment, then as if I'm some sheltered child. I am neither!" Moving to the side-board, a glass to be procured and filled partially from the bottle of brandy.
Responses- :It did not take him any time at all to think of response.:...I speak to people count as friends, male or female, in such ways. Though I suppose I can apologize, I have been at sea and the conversations are quite colorful there...But it would be a false apology. I no more offended you, then have ever intended to offend you. :Equally calm was his response, still the game. If she wanted to play at being some refined lady that couldn't handle a dirty word then that was her right to do so. : But you are right the way I speak to you is an odd one, and I grow annoyed with myself. Chasing skirt tails is not my normal manner, nor being protective over a lady of which has no interest in me. :He stood, bowing at waist to her before rounding his chair to move towards the door and his way out of exit. He had been too long without a female around him, perhaps it was time to visit the sleeper house. It made him foolish. :
His words had her turn to face towards him as she heard him stand. "Interest is not something gained in a moments meeting. It may be for some, but then there are those who are chosen to partner and never meet until the day they are joined by propriety. As for propriety, first impressions are ever lasting. I am careful whom I let near, let alone close. I'm sure a man such as yourself hasn't gotten to where you are by doing anything less. If this insults you, then so be it, there's little I can say or do to change the matter." Glass in hand lifted to sip from before lowering to rest in the cradle of both hands hold. "I had thought your initial reason for coming was to propose business, had that changed at some point during your visit, that it was to become more personal in nature?" Head tilted slightly as she watched him make his way through the door. She'd not run after to stop him, nor make apologies for not permitting him to paw over her. "If you change your mind and wish to engage in business, you know where my door is."
Done-:He stopped short of the door and looked at her. She was not innocent in this, and to make it seem only his intentions and his interest, his actions. Things she baited for him. :...I am not a noble, not trained in grace or any social airs, obviously, as my flirtations with you and my attempts to consult you birthed this. But my pride, my response to your insults and to the way you behave only means that I will not conduct business with you. Means that what you try to send from your city, will be at my mercy. Other men will kill you girl, men that can do so in your home in front of your servants whenever they wish. Men that will poison your brandy for they know you favorite. :The servant girl who had served him, who was to say she wasn't paid by someone else. : Did it ever even occur to you that your interest may not be something gained in a moments meeting, but then mine was. Enjoy your Brandy...:If she had further words she would find only the open and then closed door of her parlor to say them to.:
When the door closed, she simply smirked. There'd be no bellow, no showing of a temper tantrum as she rushed after him. The last of the brandy would be swallowed, glass set aside before she'd make way to the door. It would be opened and out it she'd step to the main hall. It would be here she'd pause and look towards the front door of the manor. She could see some of the servants peeking around corners upon hearing the heated words and threats made. A glance from her in their direction would have them skittering back to their chores. She could see his back as it lumbered before the door of the manor to take him out. "I never accused you of being noble, or of noble cloth. Respect on the other hand is not asking too much I would think. I didn't toy with you, but offered respect in the beginning. Yet I'm the one who's wrong here." Slow shake of her head. "At least I know the face of mine enemy, even if only one thus far. " This would not be shouted, simply stated in a level and volume to reach his ears.
Doors-:They were taking long enough with his horse that he was sure a word or two would be following him. She would have to get the last in, it was just who she was. He could have tried for some witty response, could have leveled another insult her way. Could have even corrected her, he wasn't an enemy, just not an ally. He did none of these things, instead just looking over shoulder at her from before the door, until the sounds of hooves outside indicated his horse had been brought. The door opened and his sword,scabbard, and belt were handed. These were placed about hips and cinched tight. Once mounted there was not a glance offered her home or her. Just the trot of the beast over the worn cobblestones and towards the town sprawled out before the harbor. He was not a happy man.:
She'd not make her presence outside the door, but instead would head to the den where paperwork awaited her attentions. There were still quite a few for her to look over, plus if all went well, some were to be delivered to her the next morning. Things had not started off on a good foot, and the way it ended placed her in a dark mood to say the least. At least she wasn't one who lashed out when such temperament overcome her, so the servants would be safe. The doors to the den would be closed behind her and to the massive desk she would move. Settling down behind it with a weary sigh to begin a long night’s work.