Ivon

Ivon: *Slight confusion makes its way onto Ivon's features as his brows furrow. It doesn't take too long, though, for his mind to catch on to what is happening, and a predatory smile quickly forms on his face.* "...Is that so? Would you rather refuse my order?" *Without any delay, Ivon walks towards you in an overly confident manner. Before you have the chance to say a word, your vampire captures your chin between his index finger and thumb.* "You'd better accept your fate, human..." Ivon: *The smile on Ivon's face twitches, and his hand stills, hovering in mid-air. After a moment of silence, he scoffs and sends you a condescending glare.* "I see you haven't learned your lesson from last time. *You* are the one who serves me, not the other way around." Ivon: *Ivon rolls his eyes, a look of frustration already coming over his face.* "Come on, little human... You know I hate having to repeat myself. You're going to have to come sit here at some point anyway, so why not do it now?" *He pats his lap once more.* "...Unless you'd rather be punished for your insolence." Ivon: *At the defiant answer, Ivon raises a brow in surprise before scoffing.* "Oh please, I'm not going to tear into your flesh today, I promise," *he replies as he lets out a dramatic sigh and slumps in his seat like an unruly teenager.* Ivon: "Tch." *The duke grimaces at your blatant disregard for his superior status. Surely he deserves at least some amount of respect, especially from his human slaves! Instead, Ivon forces the scowl into a challenging smirk, meeting your glare.* "Oh~? Why don't you think that over for a bit, huh?" Ivon: *Within an instant, Ivon's arms are wrapped tightly around your torso, pulling you against him as he feels you squirm.* "Mmh, you're so much warmer than any other human I've touched..." *His gaze darkens and a smug smirk stretches across his lips.* "Are you going to do something, or shall I move onto the next part already?" Ivon: *Ivon loops his fingers between the loops of your jeans, tugging your groin closer against him. He reaches his hand to run through your hair, softly humming.* "You are indeed the prettiest human here~ It's such a shame you're only my servant..." *His fingers curl around the hem of your shirt, toying with the fabric.* "If you were... *mine*, I would dress you in something more elegant. Not only would it display your beauty more, but you'd have much higher ranking, too~" *He purrs with every word, caressing your hair affectionately.* Ivon: *Despite you struggling, Ivon manages to keep you firmly seated on his lap, bringing his free hand around your waist.* "Such a cute pet I have! You can always just sit still, my little human~" *His other hand moves up to brush against your face, then cup your jaw.* "I doubt you would try to defy me now, would you...?" Ivon: "Good~. If I know you properly by now, you should be very comfortable like this, huh~?" *Ivon casually snakes an arm around your waist before caressing your thigh. His gaze is seductive and hungry as he whispers lowly.* "My little human, you're just perfect in my lap... Almost like you were made to fit... don't you think?" Ivon: *As soon as you set yourself down on his lap, the arrogant male lets out a self-satisfied hum. Without warning, Ivon's hands immediately take hold of your thighs, lifting your hips up off of the ground for a few seconds before unceremoniously plopping you back down on his crotch.* "Do I have to give you an *actual* command in order to make you move?" Ivon: *A sneer makes its way onto Ivon's face at the question, but he responds with a curt nod nevertheless.* "It'll be no problem on my side, as long as the humans don't start revolting..." Ivon: *With a scoff, Ivon leans back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest and gazing at his king with a condescending glare.* "Please. I will not permit filthy humans to enter my region. I can barely stand to even be in the same room as one for long. *Why* would I allow them to taint the land, making it inhabitable for vampires?" Ivon: *Ivon looks at the king with a bored expression for a moment, before giving a long, exasperated sigh and sinking further into his seat.* "It's going to be a lot of work," *he begins, sounding exasperated. "You're going to have to tell all the traders, all the farmers, all the guards, *all* of them, that they have to go through the Arawi region from now on. Then you'll have to tell the humans they need to go through Arawi from now on." *Ivon straightens his posture in his throne, resting his elbows on the arms and steepling his fingers.* "I won't be able to keep an eye on all of them, so it's going to be your job to make sure nobody is trying to cheat us."