[ Bodies drawn together, then away by her protests, Ozymandias regards the younger woman with a pitiless stare. There's no desire between either of them, and as far as he's concerned, she's overreacting. Fingers around her shoulder twitch -- he's jumping to the conclusion that a torturous strangulation may prove most... persuasive.
Instead, he draws upon a less sadistic idea, one that ought to work with a girl of her mentality. Blinking to the side, Ozymandias gapes in mild mock-shock and points in some far-out direction in the woods, acting as though he can see an advancing person so Mordred's attention will be drawn away from him. ]
Is that our most handsome knight in shining armor, here to save us? A friend of yours, perhaps?
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Instead, he draws upon a less sadistic idea, one that ought to work with a girl of her mentality. Blinking to the side, Ozymandias gapes in mild mock-shock and points in some far-out direction in the woods, acting as though he can see an advancing person so Mordred's attention will be drawn away from him. ]
Is that our most handsome knight in shining armor, here to save us? A friend of yours, perhaps?