Gross manipulation. This is playing dirty, entirely unfair-- some part of her registers that this may be what's happening, but there's also the heady, unfamiliar feeling of having someone agree with her. Agree, and even validate. So Gideon's expression may be cold and mean when Lenore begins to re-cuff her, but the vampire will experience no resistance as she reinstates the chains. Gideon allows herself to turn pliable in the other woman's grasp, only winces a little as metal meets raw flesh again. The salve helped, but it has not entirely healed.

She contents herself at first with making vicious faces at any of the guards that stray near, but it swiftly becomes clear they're trying their utmost to pretend she doesn't exist. It's inevitable then, that after a while the silky caress of Lenore's air against skin insinuates itself into her consciousness, the scent of her both bright and deep, a world away from the grime of the cage. Her eyes slide sideways toward the woman now poised so close to her, soaking up the sight through furtive glances. She can see the rise and fall of her chest from this angle, perceives the rosebud softness of her lips… Fuck, but she's hot. Gideon feels her breath catch in her throat, and swiftly she cuts her gaze to the guards.

"Man, are you guys slow," she says it viciously, if only to ease her own mounting tension.