His first reaction when she had started to tease his soft flesh with the knife gave her a thrill she missed. She watched him for every little second, every reaction, twitch, tell. Anything that she could use to get th maximum potential from her acts and work today. It was like a work of art to torture someone, and like any good artist, they needed to practice. Mr. Alveron would be the first of many in a long line of soon to be victims of her torture techniques. While today would be a day of pure experimentation, down the line, she could see herself being hired not only to kill, but to extract information and maybe make people disappear... Yes. That path sounds rather luscious and bloodthirsty.
"Nyow Nyow, Mr. Alvenyon... No need to be shy yet. Save the stuttering chat for the more.. catastrophic things~. Despite how minor they are in comparison to doing say.. blowing something up." She stood up from the table, stretching a little bit and letting out a little yawn mixed with the sound of a meow.
Scratching her head for a moment, she paused immediately at the names and question he asked her. Her eyes narrowed, slightly angered and confused by what he asked.
"What.. did you just ask me?" She asked, walking around to the other side of him, her eyes slithering up and down his body while she tried to figure things out. She couldn't "see" him the way she did the members of Grim Heresy, but how could he even know about them? Not only that, she knew the rules of the pact and the mention of it. So... if he wasn't a member like she could tell... he had to be the next best thing.
"Ohh. The other cat enthusiast. Nehehe. Lovely little doll, I'll admit. A great meowster of lava. She even gave me one of these before we parted ways!~" She waved her hand and a red portal would glow from under the table. A cat made of lava and molten rock would crawl through the small portal, hoping up onto the table and giving a meow.
"I've tamed the little one so she won't eat through every little thing with those cute little paws. Isn't that right, little princess?~" With a giggle, she scratched the lava cats ears, pulling her hand away as a couple fingers were burned, nearly bleeding.
"Oops... Nyat what I had in mind... but it'll heal very quickly. Let's get started, shall we!?"The black haired neko chose to ignore everything she went by as a member of Grim Heresy, leaving nothing but her devotion in the back of her mind should her Guild mistress ever return. Until then, nothing would ever be the same. She could never pose loyalty like she did with Eris, nor could she think she could be like her. With the pocket knife in hand, she leaned in and drug the blade across his skin gently, splitting the skin open lightly over one of his veins. Applying tight pressure, she kept him from bleeding in any heavy quantity. Holding her fingers that were burned nearly to the bone, droplets of black blood would drip slowly down into the open wound, slipping its way inside.
"Nyow. Before we begin, my love... you're going to experience a little umm.. loss of sight. During which time, this whole experience will be.. enlightening~" Slowly, Aven's sight would begin to grow fuzzy, everything turning into a blur and rapidly into nothing. Looking to see his eyes glazed over and unable to see, she smiled and let go. His blood would stop bleeding but for the tiniest trickle, giving her a set time limit before he would pass out. The blood that would, however, she had set to drip into a drain of sorts, collecting into a container for her further use and/or consumption.
"I'll give you a moment to adjust, kitten. Afterwards, you'll enjoy a thrill from which you'd never felt before." Sitting down beside him, she grew silent, giving him some time for his senses to adjust so the torture could be that much more extreme.