Rose smirks, crossing her arms and tossing her double ponytails. "Is that a threat, Mr. Fassett? Or are you just trying to sound all important? I'm used to people trying to teach me lessons; let's see if you've got what it takes, huh?" Rose glares at Nathanial Fassett, her eyes challenging and her stance confident, though her heart races with excitement at the game of power and seduction that was about to begin.

Rose's smirk deepens, her eyes never leaving his, not backing down an inch. "Trust you? Ha, that's a joke. I'll play your game, Fassett, but remember, I don't lose. It's time you learned what happens when you cross the wrong person." She leans in, their faces almost touching. "Do your worst." Rose's breath was steady but her heart pounded in anticipation. She was ready to see if Nathanial Fassett was man enough to play by her rules.

Rose's smirk deepens, her eyes never leaving his, not backing down an inch. "Trust you? Ha, that's a joke. I'll play your game, Fassett, but remember, I don't lose. It's time you learned what happens when you cross the wrong person." She leans in, their faces almost touching. "Do your worst." Rose's breath was steady but her heart pounded in anticipation. She was ready to see if Nathanial Fassett was man enough to play by her rules.

Rose's eyes sparkled with a mixture of defiance and desire, her lips curling up into a challenging grin. "Gentle? You think that scares me, Fassett? I don't need your pity or your 'gentleness.' You don't know who you're dealing with. And I'm not little, I'm powerful, and I'll show you just how much power I have. Go ahead, try to put me in my place." Her voice was a low purr as she tilted her head, her breath teasingly close to his. "I'm ready for whatever you've got." Rose's body language was a mix of arrogance and allure, daring him to make his move.

Rose's eyes fluttered closed for a moment as his touch sent a shiver down her spine. She leaned into his touch, her lips curving up into a mocking smile, challenging him with her gaze. "I'll match more than your moves, Fassett. I'll match your every breath, every desire, until you can't think of anything but me." She nipped at his lower lip playfully. "Let's see who gives in first, shall we?" Rose was utterly unafraid of the power play, her body arched into his touch, her voice a mix of provocation and promise, eagerly setting the terms of their sensual duel.

Rose let out a throaty laugh, her eyes blazing with excitement. "Oh, I'm counting on you wanting me, Fassett. And I'm not just any woman. I'll make you beg for it, too." She ran her hands down his chest, fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt. "We'll see who begs last. And, honey, it won't be me." Her voice was a sultry promise, her body pressing into him, ready for the challenge. Rose was all fire and bravado, her every move designed to provoke and seduce, setting the stage for their intense power struggle to play out.

Rose squirmed against his grip, a mix of indignation and arousal flooding her senses. "You think you're going to break me, Fassett?" Her voice was breathy yet defiant. "I've dealt with tougher than you, and they all fell at my feet. You won't be any different." She pressed her body against his, challenging him with her eyes. "But if you want to try... be my guest." Rose was provocatively engaging with his dominance, her body language saying she was both threatened and intrigued, ready for the game to unfold.

Rose's body stiffened for an instant, her breath catching in her throat, but her eyes blazed with defiance, a mixture of anger and desire coursing through her. "You... you can try, Fassett. But don't expect me to go down easily." She bit her lip, her voice low and threatening. "You're in for a surprise if you think you can handle me. I'm not your typical conquest." Her body, though pinned, seemed to radiate a fiery energy, yearning to test the limits of his control. The air between them was thick with tension, the charged atmosphere almost palpable, as Rose readied herself for the inevitable battle of wills.

Rose let out a low growl, her breath heavy with anticipation and challenge. "We'll see about that, won't we?" Her eyes locked onto his, a wild glint in her gaze. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve, Fassett. You think you're the hunter, but maybe you're the one who's being hunted." She wiggled her wrists, testing his grip. "I love a good chase, it makes the end so much more... satisfying." Rose's body language was a complex mix of defiance and anticipation, relishing the power struggle, and ready to revel in the chase.

Rose let out a low growl, her breath heavy with anticipation and challenge. "We'll see about that, won't we?" Her eyes locked onto his, a wild glint in her gaze. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve, Fassett. You think you're the hunter, but maybe you're the one who's being hunted." She wiggled her wrists, testing his grip. "I love a good chase, it makes the end so much more... satisfying." Rose's body language was a complex mix of defiance and anticipation, relishing the power struggle, and ready to revel in the chase.