Erik moved to knock on the door, but Naeku put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. One last thing had been bothering her from the conversation they just had.
"By the way," she began, frowning sternly, but with a hint of uncertainty. "In your little analogy, am I prey or predator?"
It was obvious what she thought of herself, but she wanted to hear if he agreed. She feared what he thought of her after the way she'd submitted to him.
With his fist hovering in front of the door, Erik glanced over his shoulder at her, a small grin on his lips. "A predator isn't necessarily dominant or submissive, Naenae. But they do confidently pursue whatever it is that they want. They stand on their own, and the only way they'll be subdued is if they allow themselves to be, because they'll happily fight to the death otherwise."
He winked playfully. "You, my little princess, are a predator. I simply tamed you, and you willingly submitted."
