The only way to overcome that fear was face it, devour it. That was the only cure that existed for him tonight, to yank it thoroughly at the very root of her cowboy's very psyche. There were many ways that she could do this, to desensitize him in ways that would drive any man mad and yet... she did not wish it for him. While she would happily mar his flesh with her mark... she didn't want to truly destroy him. To break him in some irreparable way. Her cruel hands had no issue causing damage, she brought pain as seamlessly as she brought pleasure. But this did not require its usual touch of torment. He was trapped in his own hell. She could sense it like a wildness that wanted to find a way to purge. No, this required a far more delicate grip.

Those simple words of agreement left him as his mismatched gaze looked to her own. Almost expectant in some way like she could erase this flaw within his design with a mere brushstroke. Perhaps she could with unorthodox measures and yet, there was a rare opportunity in disguise. A chance to cultivate something more. How had she not seen it before? How had she not truly admired those fangs besides their intimate uses between them? Or utilized them for the magnificent weapons that they were? How she could have answered that look and extracted that very thing and yet.. at what cost? This was something different entirely. It certainly made things far more convoluted in some regard. It was.... challenging. How he challenged her without even realizing it! The mind, while on paper might be simple in many ways, it was a complex creature. Each mind holding many similarities from each being to another. While it made people so terribly predictable in many ways... to rewire a short circuit was something else. Those fragile little details that separated one person to the next were vital. Yet... fear... was even more fragile. Did Darcy know how delicate he was in those moments? How truly vulnerable he was?

A tension-relief sigh escaped her cowboy that had found his way to her side, leaning heavily into the couch cushion behind him.. almost as heavy as the burden he carried. For a few stark moments they were stripped somewhat bare as he spoke freely of his own frustration within himself. It was strange to hear him talk in such a manner. Yet.. she seemed intrigued by the admission as if she could dissect it. Gone was that familiar tone she had grown used to. It was like in that moment as he found himself near hindered by fear, he found a sense of ease with her.

He'd forgotten himself, that was all.. no more or no less she assured him. It was far more complicated than that and yet he didn't need to know that. However, her words seem to smooth out the wrinkles of that violence that prickled so close to the surface as he chose to relax. He placed all that fragile trust into the open palm of her hand that could have so easily crushed it. If it were something she could see... she would have gawked at it. It was something so entirely rare and equally fragile. While her impulse was to crush it like she had so many other countless things.... she could not bring herself to do it. Did he realize it? Did she even truly realize it at that very moment?

Yet when they moved past this, he would be stronger for it. She hadn't meant for her words to be so... comforting and yet it clearly had. The look that shifted and settled upon her cowboy's face had said he noticed it too. Those mismatched eyes possessed a gem of curiousity and she almost didn't want to know what that look was for. Although, it was a mere fleeting thing as his mind seemed to circle back to the far more sore subject of his broken tooth.

He raked frustrated hands through his hair, messing up his dark locks every which way. Truthfully, she wondered if he might rip his hair right out. The struggle within her mate was incredibly clear.. until denial that surely neither of them truly believed crossed his lips. He knew. They both knew the answer to that. There was too much to lose to simply allow his tooth remain as it was.. Broken. What would that say about him? What would it say about her?

How once a woman who once rebelled... against appearances... now found herself manipulating them to her advantage. How she had come to learn that appearances were everything.

To manipulate the eye, meant to manipulate the mind, more times than not. Perhaps something she excelled at now, better than she ever had. Even in her most shocking and striking attire she could wield a room with authority, using her appearance and lethally sharp mind to wield it. Looks, despite her emphasis upon them.. were nothing if not backed by a cunning mind. But who was she not to use a weakness to her advantage when it presented itself?

Yet... how could she explain why this was so important in a way that he might understand. Truly. Not in that superficial way that acted like a bandaid fix. That was not what she needed now. No, she wished to mend him far deeper than that broken fang. First, he must understand. Would he bring a broken gun to a fight? How quickly his mind seemed to understand what she meant. Although, it wasn't obvious if it had her desired effect. After all, she was certain it would take more time than that for the notion to truly settle and take root.

"Exactement. Could the same thing be said about your broken fang?" She inquired, her hypnotic pale blue gaze observed those subtle shifts in his demeanour, quick to seek out a lie that he might betray or those easy to fall back on words of appeasement.

Just as soon as she thought he was truly grasping at that concept, his irritation flashed once more, looking for someone else to blame. That dentist seemed to be high on that list. A perfect outlet for it as he grumbled about the methods of the doctor. A needle was obviously protocol for that pain relief. That was one of the problems of the world.. Everyone sought to dull the pain. It was human nature to seek to be coddled. To find reprieve. To avoid. Beings that shied away from pain were too easily controlled by it. There was power in pain. Power to the being who wielded it and accepted it. How many times had she received exactly what she wanted with the promise of pain? Even found a source of pleasure within its many facets. Dentists, she assured, were useless beings. At least in this matter. How that dentist did not know her mate in the slightest. Darcy after all was no ordinary being. Not the beast she'd helped grow. Yet any further thoughts of advancements seemed too easily distracted with his own thoughts. She wanted is attention on something far more potent. She needed to change tactics. Words alone would not be enough. No, they needed something far more physical, tangible to anchor him back to her.

Yet how her words twisted away from that foolish dentist that clearly had no clue on how to handle her mate. Pain was a language they both knew. But between the sadistic pair, pain between, them had so often led into intimate territory. Her words were flooded with intimate knowing. Oh, that seemed to garner his attention. A man was a man no matter what state. That frustration that raked through him had shifted into interest. She knew those tells of his body, even in the slightest shift at how she affected him. His attention was solely hooked upon her once more and no longer fixated upon the meaningless obstacles in his way. Effective and yet to steer him in the direction she wished was still a challenge she would have to approach. He nodded before slipping back into those more appeasing words. One step forward and two back. Hm.

He claimed that he enjoyed everything she did. Those words might work... on another day. Tonight, they were in entirely different territory. His training becoming almost problematic. Yet a familiar pattern during uncertain times was an easy thing to fall back on. How she thought they had broken beyond that for the moment. A soft huff escaped her lips that quirked every so subtly one could miss it if not in tune with her. "Now that, is a lie. As we have already discovered tonight." She knew it was futile to argue it. He had flinched away from her earlier... then further proceeded to lean away from her touch as she found some unseen limit that she hadn't before.

Slowly, she began to shift again. That already ensnared attention she had coaxed to her was once more trained upon even the barest of movements as she deliberately drew her thumb to her lips, a gesture that appeared almost... natural and subconscious. She let her own finger play across her lips. No, she didn't rush this seduction that seemed to enthrall her lover or even herself. To move in such a way to captivate was an artform she knew well, she let her fangs sink deeply into the plush tip of her thumb. The scent of blood was near immediate to them both as it struck the air just abruptly as the sharpness of pain that spread through her body from that deep slice. How certain she was that he would not be able to ignore that smell. It was no surprise that her mate possessed quite the acquired taste to her blood, to her everything. She happened to like it that way. Her words were nothing more than another lure. They were truly unimportant in its greater purpose, but another thing to draw his attention in to involve more of his senses beyond touch.

It was almost like he had forgotten the mere action of blinking as he shifted from merely interested to fixation. How badly she sensed that he wanted it and yet he was far too in control to merely descend upon her like a rabid dog. The cogs of his mind were moving, in a near visible display. She didn't want him to think. Thinking was the fuel to fear she was trying to coax him away from. In that moment, she extended her hand just so, offering his hungry mismatched eyes a visual of that blood that welled from her wound that she intentionally made deeper so it didn't heal immediately as it left her mouth. Oh the balance in which she held it prevented it from spilling but it was so dangerously close to.

That she-devil knew all too well that it was his weakness and how willing she was to exploit it to get closer to those fangs. Yet as she knew, he wasn't able to deny that ruby of blood that welled above her flesh that was such a strikingly complimentary colour against her skin. He reached for her, uncontrollably and yet he paused. As if unsure, even within his grip, even though he clearly wanted this he continued to struggle with working out a problem in his mind. How much her ravager had grown.

Surely, the pull to her would eventually win out. It always did. Especially when she bled for him. Surely his fear didn't run that deep to override this one trait she could always count upon, the very fabric of who we was. While she considered these very thoughts, she said nothing, she didn't have to as she waited to see what he would do. She did not pull back, did not shoot him with a look, but merely tempted him. It didn't take long before he broke, that break she knew he was on the very cusp of. Although, he moved so incredibly fast, a blur of speed that had him pressing against her, beside her. He practically crawled upon her lap. It was this kind of unpredictability that excited her. Maybe she would allow him more than a mere taste? How she enjoyed the ache of his brutal fangs that destroyed flesh, that could rip through flesh and bone.

Only a fool would tempt a monster such as him. But she was no ordinary being.. and he was hers. How it went beyond that mere that chain around this throat. It went deeper than that. Those coils ran so deep inside of him. However, there was a level of uncertainty that even though she secretly relished in. His grip was firm and yet gentle.. controlled in his outburst and yet was equally controlling. It wasn't rough like he was capable of, coaxed from him. This was balance. In that moment he defied his very species of vampire. Defied his nature and while carved something new.

For a moment, she allowed him that complete control. After all, what better way to overcome fear... by controlling it. But to do so, she needed to give him control. It didn't take long before he pulled her hand to his lips, willingly, closer to his fangs. Closer than before. His tongue was a curious thing as it darted out from his lips to draw over that wound, keeping it opened. That sound of satisfaction that left him, she could feel through his entire body from where he gripped her. How aware she became of him, how... she almost wanted to forgo it all to feed other urges.. and yet this was more important than a mere itch but she could not help the way her lips parted and her eyes dilated even though the lighting didn't change.

Distracted for the mere seconds she'd been distracted, her thumb was suddenly within his mouth, placed precariously between his sharpened fangs. How quickly he could bite with force that could take part of her thumb clean off... before she even had a moment and yet... she allowed him that chance. A level of trust that she would deny almost all beings. She felt his fangs grip her and yet cautious not to puncture, but enough so he could steal more of that coveted blood. Just enough pressure was added so she couldn't move to that desired fang. While just enough to keep that wound from closing as his tongue stole more.

Darcy shouldn't have had that level of control and yet he clearly possessed it. How she thought she only gave him the illusion of control.. and yet, in that moment he became the very epitome of it. Those pale eyes slid from his eyes to where her thumb was held and back to his gaze that trained upon her.. a unique emotion spread through her, one she couldn't quite name.

It was her voice that broke that pregnant silence between them between the fragile control that existed. There was no more need to draw attention to his strong control. "Show me your fangs." She said softer, a lover's request rather than a command. "Let me admire them." She coaxed, her french accent intimately lingered. For once, she offered him true, complete control without a request, without a determined contract to state the rules and it had little to do with sex but something else entirely.