"Looks like ya got nowhere to go, Sow," Yums smirks, stepping up to her and resting his forearm against the wall above her head. He leans down to eye level, baring his fangs. "Just shuddup and enjoy it."

Chie, perhaps unsurprisingly, does not simply 'shuddup and enjoy it'. She promptly lets out a loud squeak, ducking under his arm and dodging a thick wing to dart across the room.

"No," Chie says stubbornly. "I'm not a snack. You can't just do whatever you want, you know."

Yuma blinks at her, stilling for a moment, before bursting into raucous laughter. His fangs glint as his lips curl up. "Yeah? And what's a pipsqueak like you gonna do about it?" he asks, suddenly seeming to be in a rather good mood.

Chie lets out a huff, crossing her arms. "I'm not a pipsqueak! Just because you're super big doesn't mean I'm a pipsqueak! I'm plenty big!"

Yuma pads a few feet away to sit on the plush bed. The soft green sheets wrinkle as the padded mattress dips under his weight, though he pays it no mind. "Mhm. Heh, even sittin', I'm taller than ya. So that makes you a pipsqueak."

"I am NOT!" she repeats stubbornly, turning away slightly. "Hmph, whatever. Just… no. You aren't biting me. I say no."

Yuma rolls his eyes, materializing behind her a moment later and locking his arm around her waist, tugging her back to rest against his front as he settles onto the bed once again. "Ah, enough'a that. Ya better get used to it, Sow, 'cause I ain't gonna stop on account of you 'say no'. Nice try, though," he snorts, pushing her hair aside to reveal her shoulder. Chie's eyes widen, and she immediately starts to squirm on his lap, making him 'tsk'.

"No, stop! Get off!" she gasps, struggling to shove his arm away from her midsection. He only tightens it, grasping her wrists in his other hand. "Stop moving, or it'll hurt more," he mutters against her skin, before sinking his fangs into the space between her neck and her shoulder.

Yuma's eyes widen as he draws back a touch, running his tongue over the bite marks when little beads of blood pop up. "It's so sweet… its the sweetest thing I've ever tasted," he mumbles, barely audible, before smirking widely. "Heh. I'm gonna have a hell of a lot of fun with you, Sow."

Chie whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut. "Y-Yuma, stop, it hurts," she whispers, her struggling having slowly turned to a tremble. "I-I don't like it…"

Yuma smirks, biting her in a slightly different spot, a little further up her neck. He gulps down a few mouthfuls of her blood, tightening his arms around her when she squirms. "Crying shame, ain't it?" he mocks. "Pretty soon you'll be cravin' my fangs. Then you'll come asking me to bite you."

"That'll never happen," Chie mutters sharply. "I'll never do that. I hate you." Yuma just sighs, drinking a little more leisurely, before licking over the marks he had made on her skin and easing her up, patting her backside. She immediately reddens darkly and turns around, glaring at him.

"Heh, sure it won't. Alright, well, I need to go get some shit done. You go have a bath or somethin', and I'll come get you when it's time for dinner," he nods. Chie just makes a grumpy noise, which makes him smile. Yuma materializes away, leaving Chie feeling rather uncomfortable.

Chie sits down on the bed for a moment, gingerly touching the marks. This… wasn't a hasty decision, was it? No, of course not. Ikki would still be sick in a cell if I hadn't done this. I can endure a little bit for that. Besides… this isn't a forever thing. I can run. Yuma would never be able to find them in the village, surely, and even if he did, what could he do? Would he seriously hurt them when there were so many other people around? He may be big and strong, but surely numbers would overwhelm even him. Chie glances around. Now would be as good a time as ever. She slowly pads to the door, hand going to turn the handle, but it won't open. She sours, drawing back and grumpily trudging to the wardrobe. Bath it is.

The bathroom, surprisingly enough, had been laid out with all manners of nice things. As if done by magic, the large clawfoot tub was already filled to the brim with steaming water. Jars of sweet-scented gels, tinctures, and dried herbs line a long shelf above the tub, within reach of any potential bather, even the 'pipsqueaks'. Chie chooses a daisy-scented one, squirting a generous dollop into the water, which suddenly begins to bubble from the bottom. Soon, the gel turned into a thick foam over the top of the water, permeating the room with fragrant flowers. Well, if nothing else, this is nice. Chie disrobes and quickly sinks into the bath, making a small, happy noise. While she had initially expected the hot water to bring pain to her wounds, it seemed to do the opposite- upon contact with the foam, her pain seemed to disappear, once again as if by magic.

Once finished with her bath, Chie chooses one of the provided dresses, since hers had seen better days. A pretty gown, there weren't exactly too many simple ones in the wardrobe. It's a soft peach colour, with stark white lace across the bodice. It's modest, with sleeves capped at the elbows. She hates to admit it, but she quite likes it. As if on queue, there's a knock at the door, before Yuma simply lets himself in.

"Oi, you look-...uh, you hungry?" he asks gruffly. Chie just shrugs, turning away slightly.

"Not especially," she mumbles. Yuma's eyes narrow.

"Look, I ain't gonna let ya starve yourself in some kinda hunger strike or nothing. I'll let ya off the hook for today, but you're eatin' tomorrow, or there's gonna be trouble," he grumbles. Chie huffs, sitting down on the bed and glaring at him. "The door was locked," she says accusingly, changing the subject. "You said I could go anywhere but the West Wing, but you locked the door."

Yuma smirks. "Heh, and ya only know that 'cause ya tried to run, right? I ain't that stupid, Sow. I ain't leavin' the door unlocked until I know you ain't gonna run off the second I do."

Chie reddens slightly, lips pinching slightly. Yuma lets out a pained groan. "Don't pout like that unless you want me to bite ya lips. You're too damn temptin'" he huffs. He turns toward her, taking a few steps forward. "To that effect, though… just so we're clear, if you try to leave, there's gonna be a punishment. You ain't gonna get away, so get that thought right outta your head." He leans down, lifting a lock of her hair as he smirks down at her. "Daisies? I had ya pegged as more of a sweet pea kinda girl…"

"I like daisies," she mumbles defensively. "Daisies are nice. I mean, sweet peas are too, but…"

"Heh, you sure like to go on, don't ya?" he grins, letting go of her hair and planting his large hand on the top of her head, patting it. Chie is clearly startled, letting out a sort of surprised noise. "Welp, I won't harass ya for lunch, but you're having dinner with me. And that's an order."

Chie nods, pulling back once the initial shock wears off. "Fine," she mumbles, padding toward the window. "What am I supposed to do while I'm stuck in here, though? I'm bored."

Yuma lets out an amused snort. "You're pretty damn picky for prey," he says, but his tone borders on teasing. "Look, I'll let ya out of the room to wander around, just don't leave the castle. Like I said, you'll be punished if ya try to escape."

Chie bobs her head, turning around with a small bit of relief in her eyes. Sitting and waiting doesn't suit her in the slightest. "I won't," she says as truthfully as possible. Well, she wouldn't try to escape for now, anyway. Yuma grunts, not entirely convinced, and leaves the room through the door. He bumps awkwardly against the frame with one wing, but elects to ignore it and pretend like it never happened.