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Vaun remained in his reclined position as Strae moved into the cliche dark alley, his crimson eyes locking on to hers as she stood before him. He could almost feel her revulsion towards his person rolling over his body in hot waves of emotion. It caused him to smile -- a cautious expression draped in an almost suicidal sense of amusement. He was not an idiot. He wouldn't push this female of his race to do anything... drastic... but he also wouldn't scrape against the ground at every moment so as to appeal to her vanity and elevated sense of self-worth. He would be cautious. He would be professional. He would do his job.
Wiping the smile from his lips, Vaun leaned back his head against the wall and his eyelids fluttered down over his crimson eyes. "I can hear you breathing," he announced almost immediately, his own breath barely stirring past his nose in a hushed whisper of sound. "You must take deeper breaths... slower... imagine a slowly beating drum and match your heartbeat and your breathing to it. I want to question whether you are still alive."
His eyes flickered back open as he fixed his crimson gaze upon Strae's face once more, his eyes unwavering as he stared her down. His sensitive ears were tuned towards his pupil, listening, waiting for her to do as he instructed even as he remained in his almost mockingly relaxed position against the wall. They weren't going anywhere until she could learn to stop breathing like a dwarf.
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