*Don't ask a question yet, retort*

(This Chapter is under the weather. Please give it Chicken Noodle Soup until it's well)

The warmth in Alfred's neck rises through his cheeks in an angry flush as his nostrils flare "Look, lady. Just because you've got the body of a high-end whore doesn't mean I'll let you talk down to me like a common fish-wife!"

The captivating girl chuckles coldly, giving a lift of her finely arched brow, shaking her head "Kid, you never, ever talk like that to a woman - even when she gives you a hard time," Her smirk rises once more on her lips, "Especially when she gives you a hard time." Suddenly she grabs a firm a hold of Alfred's crotch, with any surprised jerks he may have made is quashed as she holds his shoulder in an iron grip

A cold drop of sweat rolls down Alfred's cheek, his eyes search around for his blade. As if noticing this smallest of movements though the darkness, or perhaps reading his mind or smelling his emotions upon the air, this demon, Cassandra, looked over to your sword as well.

The hands grasping you so firmly release, only to be replaced by a foot to your stomach that sends you hard onto the ground. With a flick of her wrist, the sword flies through the air and straight into Cassandra's waiting hand. The demon expertly maneuvers the sword to press against your throat.