[A sinister smirk forms as he watches her, like a predator enjoying his prey but in a more twisted sense. A desire that remains, but not with that familiar sincere warmth. It's a cold, brutal gaze, as if he really does intend to consume her whole. To completely overwhelm the woman in front of him.

It's with that pressure that he steps forward, slowly.]

Ah, ah, Benedikta.

[The smirk shifts into a sneer at her name, eyes darkening.]

Is this the way to treat your beloved? A man you yearned and adored all your life?

[With each step he draws closer, pushing her towards the wall behind her.]

Or perhaps it is a different lord you still seek.