[ Tempting as it is to hold him in place, she drops her hands as he moves his head, tilting her own to the side as she takes in the expression on his face. Not much bravado visible now, but she has to give him a little credit for marginally holding it together. Even if she has a hunch that it's more for his own sake than hers at this point. ]

And here I thought you were eager to die. Shouldn't you want me to become bored of you? Then again, if I grow bored of you I wouldn't have to kill you. I'm sure there's a market for used slaves. Some creatures like toys that are already broken.

[ As she talks one of her hands idly runs along an uninjured portion of his back, the contact because she wants to but also a little because she's sure he doesn't. ]

Mmm, I have to give it to you, though, you're right. I do enjoy you putting up a fight. I enjoy it in so many ways.