If Izou excelled at force, Kolin had yet to see it with her own eyes. Whatever the case, her previous face had known of his work in Sengoku. She knew it was possible for the man to kill anyone he felt like at any time he felt like it. But that was hardly something she gave consideration to, in fact him being like that was only a positive for her. Oh he'd fuck her would he? Well he wasn't really showing that at all, until of course he was.
Ah, that was interesting. He'd let go of her bosom to take hold of a knife, did he imagine her being scared of him? Well she wasn't. Or rather she wouldn't admit to such, but her body was much more honest than she was... her nether tightened around the tip of him as a blade was brought to her throat. He thought to remind her of the fact he could kill her. She was strangely excited by that as an idea. Well, she didn't actually want to die, she just didn't think it was worth it to do too much. Regardless, if Izou decided to kill her, it would create a few problems for her she didn't want to have, and she'd probably lose a few too many of her forces that she didn't want to lose. He had her pinned. She couldn't let him get between her and her goals, though the fact that he could with a single decision was a bit enticing. That little drop of blood from her neck was something entirely different. Maybe if she was less crazy herself she might have had a problem with the abject amount of violence being presented to her, but she was crazy.
The danger of this, his intention and clear lack of problem with harming her potentially and bringing ruin to her everything, made her nether gush. To be honest, he'd probably have been better off raping her at knife point, not that she'd say that aloud. "That's a lot of words, that amount to you wanting to fuck me while I'm not being rude about it..." she said, but at the present moment she actually really wanted him to start moving properly. Hell, he could even keep the knife if it suited him. Now then, how much face was she willing to lose to get dick right at the moment that didn't necessary involve her dying? "Ugh, guessing is stupid. You keep referring to yourself as daddy so I'm guessing that is what you want," she managed to sound disgusted by it as an idea, but with a knife at her throat she was more pliable than she would like to be. "Fine," she scoffed again. She was an absolute brat more so than she would ever realize, but though she liked being threatened, abused and mistreated. She didn't honestly want to die. She just needed certain assurances that debasing herself in front of him wouldn't just be for him. She didn't care to do anything just to make him happy, it had to get her something primarily or it wasn't worth doing. A roll of her eyes would come as that bratty face of hers put together a string of words she truly never imagined herself saying. "Daddy Izou, fuck me..." there as a pause in there, like it was probably a bit too rough still. "Please." This woman probably hadn't said please to someone who wasn't exactly her type since childhood. It felt wrong to do so.