[ Jim leans into her even closer, lips pressing to the outer crest of her ear while the grip on her hair tightened. Near proximity means nothing at this point; it was all a dream and she still isn't quite convinced of how much he'd enjoy having her ripped to pieces. He just can't resist the prospect of igniting future nightmares for miss Adler.

Perhaps he likes dreams more than he thought. ]

Little birdy told me you were beaten, quite exceptionally. Flawlessly, perhaps? I can smell the angels on you.

[ Little does she know that all those terrorist groups wouldn't even know of her involvement if it weren't for him. Why would he put all that time and effort into eliminating her when there are extremists who will do it gladly for free? He could even leak intel about her to them, make a quick buck here or there, arrange for it to look like coincidence. The Woman was at his mercy, as far as he was concerned.

The heel in his leg was unexpected. How bold. His jaw clenches, skin breaking at the mercy of the sharp edge of the heel despite his slacks but it only makes him force her head back further, exposing her throat all the more. It's a deceptively delicate and vulnerable sight, but he doesn't allow it to distract him. Quickly his free hand wrenches the black pump from her foot and he tosses it across the room. ]

Sexier without it on, I think... your head as well.