[Her expression softens just a bit, though there's definitely a sense of sadistic satisfaction in her smile, and she takes her hand off him.

God, she'll never get sick of this high. That was stronger than it was previously.]

Was that so hard, darling? You're not out of the woods yet, though. I need to ensure you're not lying, don't I?

Who's Ignatius von Brandt? What's his involvement in all this? Why should I believe you? [Despite the weight behind those words, she's maintaining a more gentle tone. Mindgames.]