Hoshimi Eri was an assassin. If one happened to know anything about her and her family one might say she was the most prodigious assassin born to her family in generations. She had a natural talent for killing and an unnatural interest in various ways with which to commit those deaths. They were things which gave her happiness which only helped her do her job. Here and now though, such a person was entwined by the loins to another person. And she was having feelings the likes of which she did not know how to handle. One of the very first lessons one is given as an assassin is that things that interfere with how you feel, need to be neutralized. Empathy, sympathy, kindness, pleasure... things not connected to her understanding of them in the family dynamic would affect her abilities. She needed to kill him. "It isn't a thought, it's necessary. You need to die... along with everything I am feeling," she said those words and she was still calm but that body of hers was already reacting to being exited. The moan that fell from between her lips was one which she could understand. The gentle pulsing of her nether as he retreated was a pleasurable sensation. It was nice and good, but she shouldn't feel it. She hated feeling things, this is why he had to die, to make her feel would confuse her senses. It would corrupt the purity of her assassin self to accept such feelings.
The reason it was so easy to be Queen Artoria Pendragon, was because she lacked emotions, the normal states of their existence made it easy to be her. A face to be worn with the utmost dignity. The version of herself she could like because she was presented with her morals and control. No empathy, no joy, no... anything outside of what was already understood in her brain. Nothing would get between her and her desire to kill and no feelings could derail her. Until this man started knocking away at everything she had. Her defense of her self and psyche were put to the test and they'd crumbled. A thousand years in isolation with only an errant horny god as company hadn't stopped her, but this man was doing so at every turn with no real effort applied. She hated it. "Those two people aren't different you know?" she questioned as he dangled at the edge of her opening after withdrawing so far. Still it was a strange thing to realize, that Hoshimi Eri had become Artoria Pendragon, just by virtue of Chivalry and a few well placed speech lessons, but learning to be a new person was also part of her training, she could have done it with any guise, this one was just easier to know. He wanted her to prostrate herself before him? Oh? Was she rolling over then? She could do that... she was already doing that before her mind truly registered what she was being asked, though she knew how deep he reached within her body, she'd told him repeatedly about his words. "I've told you to stop fucking with me, Gil..." she said those words. Ah, so that part was still there, still attached. That was a her attachment. A base one. She supposed it made sense, she was very much herself within her own mind, even while using the voice of the Queen of Knights, Hoshimi Eri hadn't changed much at all. Still, here she was, laying flat on her stomach her hips starting to lift just a tad. Why did her body agree to this? Why was she not drawing a weapon to kill him? What were these feelings and how did she end them? These were questions that needed answering.