Ethan didn't ask permission. He stood up from his chair slowly, without hurry, letting his shackles drag slightly on the polished floor. He walked past the massive desk and over to the bar, where he served himself another measure of Macallan.
Captain Hayes watched him, her eyes narrowing in undisguised annoyance. Yet, EroVision provided the truth.
[Why does he act like this is his home? Doesn't he fear me?]
Ethan took another sip, looking at her over the rim of the glass. He was seeing exactly what actions caused repulsion and which ones drew her in. It seemed that the authoritative, ruling "Iron Lady" with an iron fist was nothing more than a woman desperate for domination beneath that hard shell. The realization that she wanted to be dominated made Ethan chuckle inwardly.
"What do you find so amusing, Mr. Blake?" Hayes asked, her tone sharp. "Your lies, or that you drink my whiskey as if it were your own?"
