ENTER THE DEPTHS
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Nemesis was starting to feel as if things were going to get out of hand very soon, mostly due to the physical hints that Mirja was giving off to her. The wagging tail being the main contributor to this, as for most animals, that showed signs of excitement. The demon didn't quite have a full idea on what this woman was planning, but she made sure to not get all too comfortable, and that caution did come to fruition when the wolf approached.
Nemesis already found herself being held, trapped in a sense by the wolf. Arms draped around her, holding her till within her seat while being careful not to get too touchy. That part was at least appreciated. Being too forward was a very effective way in riling up Nemesis, but to no avail, the words spoken did just that instead. It actually took her a few moments to just register what was said to her. To think someone would be forward enough to ask her, no, to tell her that she'll become a pet. It was equal parts rude and cocky.
Perhaps if it was worded differently might Mirja had a chance. Currently, that chance was as close to zero as a chance could get, as the thought of being underneath someone with no control, of being a pet, of being effectively someone's slave, only annoyed her. It went against what she stood for, and it triggered some harsh memories within her mind, as evidenced by the visible twitch of her eyebrow and gaze upon the flushed, drunken face of the wolf. Intoxicated or not, sometimes an 'animal' needed to get booped to understand their place.
The only issue with this booping was that Nemesis was far too rough. In one quick moment, she thrust her forehead forwards, using a bit of her strength to bring pain to the wold, to slam right into the woman's face, to literally knock some sense into her and hopefully get her to release the demon.
"While I appreciate the offer, there are others who would find themselves quite happy in that position. I, for one, will not choose to struggle, but to simply decline it outright. I will not be your... 'pet'. Nor will I ever agree to anything like that." A long, drawn out sigh was given just a moment later, emerald eyes still focused upon Mirja's face, regardless of if she let go or anything. "My next question will be if you are willing to drop the topic of 'claiming' me. I would appreciate it greatly."
Even with a face lacking 90% of emotion and a fairly monotone voice, there seemed to be a spark in her eyes. Perhaps it was the desire for some attention, or the thrill of getting to possibly get into a scuffle with someone powerful, a good test of her own power. It was hard to tell just what exactly was going on in the barbie's mind now, but considering that she hasn't attempted to leave yet, Mirja had captivated her enough to entertain these odd notions.