[Called out, just like that, she's right that he's up to no good. Ajax's eyes flash with intrigue at the ever-burning jealousy and obsession in her eyes, his smile growing ever-so-slightly more wicked, their topic of conversation turning his heart into something more black than it used to be. The power of the abyss happily influences his already twisted mind, staring directly back into her eyes, unknowingly licking his lips as his imagination runs wild with all the terrible and fun images dancing through it.]

By all means. I hope you don't mind in turn if I sink my claws and teeth deeper into you as well, as I won't tolerate even the slightest notion of anyone even looking at you in a way I don't like.

[Tartaglia's hand reaches from his side of the table to let a solitary finger brush against her cheek, unaware of the gravity of the statement he's just made- all he cares about is having Yoimiya all to himself, and letting her own him in the same way that he feels he owns her.]

My precious, gorgeous pavlin, those feathers are all for me to drink in, and no one else. I love you so much Yoimiya, have I ever told you that?