[ She gives a short nod of approval at his arms, but the majority of her attention stays on watching his face, waiting for him to answer. At the least he doesn't start talking again, but she studies him for a moment regardless, waiting to see if there's going to be any response. A question asked deserves some kind of answer, but he's still being stubborn and she still craves the fight that gives her. She breathes out, slides her hand out of his hair and cups it on the back of his neck for a moment before taking a step back. ] Get down on your knees. [ In one respect a temporary measure so that she can get things she needs to get and clarify plans in her head beyond the initial tumult of desire and frustration. On another level, she wants to see this, wants to see him do this for her, and there's a quiet need in her own eyes, buried as well as she can. ]
lmao yes i'm totally right