[ Less is more, and leaves room for the mind to fill in what's hidden. To anticipate, to want. It's perfect, and if that isn't enticing, then Miyuki doesn't know what is. They're really doing this, it's so easy, and he's even a little proud of the younger boy for seemingly being able to handle it so well. He gives a short laugh of delight at his performance, just as the gangster laughs derisively at her naïvety. ]

Who do you think you're dealing with, princess? [ Does she honestly doubt he knows where to find the kinds of men willing to buy her? Nevermind whether he really would or not. Both criminal and boy move now, pitching forward to close the distance. He barely needs to be up on his feet in the fluid motion before he's on his other knee, one leg underneath him, leaning close to his captive. ]

I'm not seeing a good reason to keep you...

[ He reaches forward and brushes the backs of his fingertips down the side of her bangs, her cheek. It's short of the fond praise of a ruffle of hair, but will have to do. Such a thing would be breaking character.

Though the sleezy little dip of his eyes he throws in fits pretty well, he thinks. ]

Unless you've got something more to offer than a pretty face.