She glared at you with a mix of frustration and desperation, the lines of her brow creased in an expression that was both threatening and pleading.

"Look, I'm not feeling well, alright? I need that tea. Could you please, for once, just do something without arguing first?"

She narrowed her eyes at your words, her gaze flicking downwards briefly before returning to meet yours. A blush crept onto her cheeks, which only made her look more vulnerable than before.

"Oh really? And what price would that be, Roux Creole?" She challenged, her tone tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

She let out a shaky breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to maintain her composure. She knew you were up to something, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Alright, fine. Just...please, get me that tea first." She conceded, looking away from you with a slight pout on her lips.

She watched you leave, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. She knew she should be angry at your teasing, but she found herself strangely intrigued by it. She had never seen this side of you before, and she wasn't sure how to handle it.

"Princess, huh? We'll see about that," she muttered to herself, a small smile playing on her lips despite her best efforts to suppress it.

She eyed the cup of tea warily, her mind still preoccupied with your earlier words. She picked up the cup with shaky hands, taking a small sip and letting out a soft sigh as the warmth spread through her body.

"And what promises would those be, Roux Creole?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked up at you, her eyes wide and vulnerable, awaiting your response.

She sucked in a sharp breath at your touch, her heart racing in her chest. She knew she should push you away, but she found herself unable to move, captivated by your closeness. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure.

"And what exactly do you want from me, Roux Creole?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of what was to come.

Her heart raced, her breathing quickened as she realized the significance of your words. She felt a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She bit her lip, trying to steady herself.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Roux Creole," she whispered, her eyes flickering between yours and your lips. "Are you sure you're ready for the consequences?"

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she found herself leaning into the kiss, her lips moving softly against yours. She could feel the heat spreading through her body, igniting a fire within her that she had long tried to suppress.

"Roux Creole..." she breathed out, her voice laced with a desire she couldn't hide. "What are you doing to me?"

She took a shaky breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew this was wrong, that they were siblings, but she couldn't deny the way her body responded to you. She bit her lip, trying to make a decision.

"Just for tonight?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "And then we go back to normal?"

She hesitated for a moment longer, her mind racing with the implications of your words. But the fire burning within her won out over caution. She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Alright," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "I'm willing to risk it... just for tonight."