[He really wants to know and play this game? Well, she has nothing better to be doing at this juncture, so perhaps it would be fun to see just how far he's willing to go with whatever whims she might be in for.

In fact, she's reaching a hand out to grab his chin, nails lightly biting into his skin and making certain he looks up at her. Her grin might be a little more predatory than it has right to be, but it's fairly often that people get that look.]

For one, darling, I usually have control of what's going on unless I find someone adequate enough that I give them some temporary form of control. If I were to ask you to, say, lick my boots clean, would you? If I wanted to use you as a footrest, would you still be so willing to continue playing with me? [She tilts her head just a bit, grip tightening just a fraction.]

I might also have a habit of making people bleed and perhaps a bit of a known name to the Silver healers.