Askaree Bint Bahar

She knew full well that her reaction at present was far outside what might have been otherwise expected and considered even marginally decent given the circumstances. Yeah, she knew it... but she could not have given even one dead rat's ass because any opportunity to fuck with Spencer and his purposely apathetic and predominantly boring self was a scrumptous morsel she found herself unable and unwilling to allow to fall to the wayside. And he just made it so incredibly easy sometimes that the young woman found it physically painful and morally irresponsible to let such an opportunity slip through her fingers.

Yeah, she was angry, what self-respecting individual wouldn't succomb to the draw of fury given the present situation? She was livid; however, she was also (and moreso) a disciple of a peculiar brand of tenebrific humor. And so, at the sight of Spencer half-pouting, half- attempting to actually muster up some testosterone with which to castigate her, Askaree could not help but let slip the sardonic, devilish chuckle that burbled about within her throat. Why was it that he seemed so much friggin' sexier when he was all huffy (which, let us be real, was the majority of the time)? Perhaps it was the basal reality of her near-nudity that prompted and prodded the notion into the proverbial spotlight of her mind's eye but, Askaree was sure, she would have totally screwed him right here in his too-clean-to-actually-be-used kitchen. Even if he did have that disgusting goop all over his shirt. You can't win them all, right?

Oh who the fuck was she kidding, of course you could.

"I'm pretty sure I did you a favor... that looks fucking disgusting." A simper plucked at the brims of Askaree's lips as she effortlessly coaxed the blade she held back into its proper holdings, the scrutiny of her eyes leaving Spencer's for not a moment as he dabbed petulantly at the remnants of his breakfast. It was quite entertaining to note how very steadfast his gaze had become now that his Egyptian companion was bereft a fair few articles of clothing. The naked female torso was truly a powerful thing indeed; god forbid her remaining undergarment should somehow find its way off of her body. It is in part because of the amusement of her silent considerations that Askaree ventures a few sauntering steps towards her counterpart, an eyebrow quirking acerbically at his attempt to prompt her.

"Perhaps I'm upset because I woke up in a stranger's bed with no memory of how I got there," she quips, a fox-like grin perched just so upon the luscious cushions of her lips. "If you were hell-bent on drugging me and dragging me back to your palace, the least you could have done was screw me afterwards. You're a damn terrible host, Spencer."