He comes to her in the night when he is weary, weary and yet restless from the nightmares in his soul. Sometimes she is ready, waiting with open arms to receive him in her lair. Sometimes she is caught unaware, in the middle of scientific experiments as he wraps his arms around her willowy waist. Despite her 800 years of life, there is no way she can fully predict this man, and that is what fascinates her most.
"Come with me," he slurs, draping around her hunched lab-coated shoulders. A small giggle escapes him and he stumbles. "Or are you scared? Is Nurse Medusa frightened?"
Times like these are when she finds his madness at its most irritating.
"Doctor Stein," she murmurs and his arms loosen around her. A snake flicks from her fingertips, winding itself up his right arm. "I would suggest you head back to your room right now. I am very busy."
The snake hisses in his ear and he snickers in a way that makes her senses grate. "So it would seem. I suppose I'll leave you be then, to your work, to your chemistry..." His arms leave her shoulders as he wanders away, his shoes scuffing on the concrete. In an instant she is on her feet, shoving her wheeled chair beneath the table and placing a vector arrow beneath his steps. He hits the wall so fast that it's as if he were never anywhere else.
With two quick strides, she is on top of him, pressing him into a rough kiss. He continues snickering, which only continues to madden her, forcing her deeper into his mouth even as his laughter pours into her. Eventually, she breaks the kiss.
"Silence," she hisses, wrapping a hand around his throat. His laughter becomes a moan as air escapes him, her nails threatening to cut him off from his source of oxygen. After he quiets, she places a finger on his lips.
"Good boy. Now. What do you say when you've interrupted a woman's work?"
His eyes light up again and he grins despite his silence. Her eyes narrow and she glowers.
"Heh heh. Sorry? You know you're not going to get it from me, witch. No matter how much you break me, no matter how much you torture me, you'll never get what you want."
"And what do you think I want?" she says, pressing herself into him as vectors wrap around his arms, binding him to the wall.
"To be in control."
His response gives her all the license she needs to shatter him.