"You like opposing extremes," she murmured with a slight shiver at the mental image his words conjured, fondness in her tone. Her fingers found the nape of his neck, stroking over warm skin. Her legs circled a little tighter around him, keeping Kell close, basking in the press of his body.

What he said about power play, about making use of someone, trusting someone with all of yourself... She understood that too. Neria turned her head, brushing her nose against the sensitive skin of his throat, kissing at his shoulder.

"I don't...want to be humiliated. Or used without my permission." It wasn't about the dungeons. It wasn't about the things she suffered through. "If it is me and another person and I trust them...I'll let them do almost anything. But I won't be made a mockery of. I won't be a toy to be chewed up and spit out. I won't be degraded again." Her fingers fell over his shoulder, down the beginnings of his back, just to touch. "I don't want to hurt others, either. And it's...difficult for me to take true, full control unless that is what someone wants." To be someone's master again brought nothing but sharp memories, too many regrets. But if someone told her they wanted to secede control... She didn't know. This part was difficult, too.

Neria looked up into Kell's face.

"What are the things you don't like?"