In the bed sat the wicked beauty, silent, waiting. She brushed her hair back slowly, the moonlight shining through the large window, stretching across her neck. Then, he entered. The wicked beauty smiled. "Ah," she cooed, "I've been waiting for you. How unkind of you to be out and about so late."
He did not reply. He simply walked to the nightstand and kneeled, gazing out the window at the moon. The wicked beauty frowned, and leaned over, reaching out and wraping her arms around his chest. "You are so stupid... oogling the moon when I'm right here for you." He did not reply. The wicked beauty sighed softly, and wrapped one palm over his forehead. "Shrto naru gruks... hear my siren's call." He suddenly writhed violently, trying to break loose from the wicked beauty's grasp. She tighitened her grip a bit, and repeated her words. He stopped.
He turned slowly and leaned over, kissing the wicked beauty deeply on her lips. She smiled. "Ahh, much better... now, we have much to... discuss..." She smirked evilly as he climbed into the bed. "You've been very bad, you know. I can't believe you almost got away. I can't have that happen. I have become far too lazy as of late. My lack of balance almost cost me the life of the boy." She wraps her arms around his body, squeezing him close to her. "Things are going well, nonetheless. In a few days I want you to go to Dazil." His body quivered at this. "Yes, I know, you don't want to go..." she hugs him a little tighter, "...but you have to. You know what to do, we've been over it. Do well, and I'll be -very- pleased with you."

The wicked beauty grinned.