Akiza found this moment a bit odd, as Mukuro tested his imprisonment properly a smirk would cross her face. When she imagined this scenario in her head, he always simply accepted his capture and never really fought against it. But she always figured he'd enjoy it if he put forth a bit of effort, which is probably where such a fantasy came from in her head. "Am I?" she asked seeming not to understand what he meant, about her use of mental torture. She did understand of course, but she enjoyed this moment she could pretend. Besides that, there was very little the Tar King ever admitted to, the other point of this torture fantasy of hers was related to that and would show itself as he made the first plunging upward movement into her body. Her grip on his hair would relax and the hand that rested there would wander down to the nape of his neck. Her finger tips would move across the skin there, but the touch would be gentle. As he worked using his core to pulse in and out of her she gave him gentle kisses and licks. "Well, you should make it count then shouldn't you?" she asked seeming not to care at all about how much energy the Tar King would exhaust struggling against his confinement to seek his own pleasure. Her other hand rubbed along his spine and across his back but there was no use of nails or force. She did this purposefully, because she saw the reaction of him to the small moments of torture also placed very specifically. This like all things the Thorn Queen did, was a trap, and without the ability to see her, she got to play with the idea of getting away with it, and that... was satisfying in a way that touched her deep inside.