[You're being obtuse! Let the hot monster woman just eat you and be grateful for it!
The woman's mouth twists in mild irritation at how even now he's still asking what she means, even when, to her, it all seems too obvious. But after she sucks in a breath and counts to three, some of that calm falls back into her posture, confidence returning while she slips closer, tipping her head in the direction of the door.]
Then let me make it simple for you. [Both of her palms fall onto his cheeks, trapping Barry gently between her hands, the woman's voice lowering to a barely-there whisper. The spell that falls around them isn't quite as potent as before, but there's no looking away from her dark eyes, which aim to draw the man in and never let him go.]
[He's assuming she doesn't mean his apartment. Or her place. Wherever - or whatever - home is, Barry has the distinct feeling home isn't what he thinks it is.
She looks impatient. Annoyed. Terrifying. Her eyes are bottomless pits pulling him in, tugging at his gut and his heart and pulling them right into her gaze, trapping him. She looks like she doesn't want to answer any more questions.
Kinda puts Barry in an awkward situation.]
O-Okay. [Fear and desperation and something else compels Barry to agree, to nod carefully with his head between her hands. He holds his hands up as subtly as he can. Anything to signal his compliance.] Okay, I-- I'll try an' take y'home... H-How do I do that? I'll help ya, I-I just need t'know how...
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The woman's mouth twists in mild irritation at how even now he's still asking what she means, even when, to her, it all seems too obvious. But after she sucks in a breath and counts to three, some of that calm falls back into her posture, confidence returning while she slips closer, tipping her head in the direction of the door.]
Then let me make it simple for you. [Both of her palms fall onto his cheeks, trapping Barry gently between her hands, the woman's voice lowering to a barely-there whisper. The spell that falls around them isn't quite as potent as before, but there's no looking away from her dark eyes, which aim to draw the man in and never let him go.]
I want you to take me home.
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[He's assuming she doesn't mean his apartment. Or her place. Wherever - or whatever - home is, Barry has the distinct feeling home isn't what he thinks it is.
She looks impatient. Annoyed. Terrifying. Her eyes are bottomless pits pulling him in, tugging at his gut and his heart and pulling them right into her gaze, trapping him. She looks like she doesn't want to answer any more questions.
Kinda puts Barry in an awkward situation.]
O-Okay. [Fear and desperation and something else compels Barry to agree, to nod carefully with his head between her hands. He holds his hands up as subtly as he can. Anything to signal his compliance.] Okay, I-- I'll try an' take y'home... H-How do I do that? I'll help ya, I-I just need t'know how...