"Is this situation arousing to you?"

"Is this situation arousing to you?" You ask. Adding, "Remember, I know when you are lying."

There is slight tremble as she takes another deep breath. Clenching her fists she whispers under her breath, "You bastard."

Purposefully you take half a step forward. Without her suit and pistol she seemed so much smaller and less intimidating. With you clothed and her nude your sheer physical presence was strikingly magnified. "I didn't hear that Davis. What was your answer?"

There is silence as her hands clench and unclench.

"Look at me!" you command, surprisingly she complies. You lock her gaze with yours. Your tone hardens even more, "What was your answer Davis?" Conflicting and spiraling emotions swirl in her eyes.

She tries her best to maintain eye contact as she answers but her eyes betray her, something cracks within her. She looks to the floor in shame. Quietly she whispers, "...yes..."

"Speak up."

"Yes, okay. Yes." she repeats more loudly. You look her over once more. She shivers a bit as the evaporating sweat on her body cools her. Her nipples have obviously hardened, coming to firm peaks in her arousal.

"Of course you are, anyone would be." She is just past arms length from you, her eyes dart back and forth across the floor. She steels herself for the next question. "That answer took a lot out of you. I'll forego my next question, go ahead." You say mercifully.

Once more you throw her a curve ball she wasn't expecting. By ceding your question to her you had demonstrated just how much more control you had in this interaction. She stammers, her hands gripping her thighs. "...uh...What, uh...um...I don't know if I can do this anymore."

"I told you to ask a question Davis. Ask it. Ask it now." You instruct, taking from her the option of retreat.

"Er...wha...what organization is paying...uh...for your..."

"That's not a yes or no question Davis."