"Please!" Leia blurted out. "Please take us to the Kateri woman." The lioness peered closer at the ferret, looking into her eyes. They were paralysed with fear, unable to focus. The lioness nodded.
"Alright, I'll take you to her. Sit tight." She set the car moving again, put it into autodrive and unclipped her seat belt to crawl into the back seats between the two passengers. Leia shrunk back against the seat. "Don't worry, don't worry," said the lioness. "I'm just checking something." She put her hands on the ferret's head, holding her still, and pulling her eyelids back with her thumbs. She put her face close, looking into her dark eyes. There was a colour in them, like lightning being sucked into the black. "What is that?" The lioness murmured.
Tabby stretched, sitting upright on the seat with the blade in her hand, letting out a soft little mew. After dropping her arms onto her lap, she locked a stare with Chronin. Her eyes were deep, and condescencion whispered despite her smile.
"All you know is how to fight, right?" She said, tilting her head. "Even in that twisted family of yours. Even in bed, you thrash and attack, and fear; constantly on edge, constantly defensive, constantly afraid. It's attractive in a toy, but ultimately ugly and undignified." She looked at the blade, running her finger along its edge. "When he 'attacked' you with this, you weren't thinking. You were reacting. You could have pulled your toes back when you kicked him, to avoid the chance of slicing his gut open." She pointed the blade at her stomach, pressing the tip along the zip of her corset. "You didn't have to punch him in the face, you could have used his hand to twist him up, disarm him." She moved the blade up the centre of her corset, to where it opened revealing her cleavage, pressing down against where the zip came together. "You could have held him, asked him questions, but instead, you punched, slashed him, and let him go." She pushed the knife down, undoing her corset, further and further. "You're a ball of fire, and yes that makes me... very... hot. But you're not a man." The corset opened, freeing her body, her dignity covered only by Chronin's old jacket. "You're only good enough for a toy... boy." In one swift move, she slid off her seat, and straddled his lap, pressing against him, with the blade at his throat.