"R'aaaaaah!" He yelled out in rage, his fist drawing back and punching the ground next to her head in frustration. The floor cracked in tiny lines, fracturing the marble like fate had fractured their life lines, their hearts. Lothoro's hand sunk into her hair, finding the back of her head and cupping it as he pulled it up to his ear. Fangs grazed her neck as his breath steamed against her pale throat. It was almost easy to taste her skin through its soft scent. A show, yes. This was a show. But it was becoming dangerous for both of them.

Don't be foolish now. He gave her a little jolt. "Not the Selene I knew. FIght me." Then lowering his head he whispered into her ear, lips brushing against her lobe. After all, even whispers could be overheard. "Should you not wish to watch me die than you'd had better fight. Shadows know nothing of mercy and the killer in me seems to have only that to spare right now."

With a growl, he lifted them up, grabbing her by the lapel of her shirt and sending her across the room. "Fight me, Selene. It's only fair." Lothoro had to pull out all the cards. She had to get angry enough. He grinned toothily. "After all...I did kill your father."