"I told you you'd look wonderful in that dress," admonished Kilgrave as he stepped out of a rather upscale boutique. On his arm was the current subject of his affections, Kara Danvers, dressed in a sleek, form fitting black dress and matching heels.
The employee on duty had been ever so helpful in picking out the dress, along with a number of items. She was even so long as charge the entire bundle to her own account with the store, and given the large numbers she'd be a while paying it off. Not that it mattered.
"You didn-"
"Sssh," ordered her tormentor as he held two fingers to her lips in a silencing motion. "She was more than happy to pay for the items, and you are more than happy to accept the clothing as a gift. Understand?"
Kara relaxed greatly at that and nodded. She could accept the gifts or so she believed. Given the short time they'd had together, Kilgrave was interested by the amount of control he could exert over the alien beside him.
Where he exerted only a basic control over his fellow humans, or other enhanced like his Jessica or the brute Cage, his control over Kara seemed to go deeper. Perhaps it was a by-product of her physiology. Whatever the reason, he found that even her emotions were subject to his whims. If he ordered her to be happy or excited she would be, he'd seen enough of the videos from her slaughter of the police to verify that. It would be fun to test the limits of that.
"It's going to be rather enjoyable to see you slide out of the dress when we get home," he commented as they walked along. His eyes and hands had done a lot of roaming while in the store, but his eyes were definitely continuing the process. "But first, I do believe lunch is in order," added the purple suited criminal as he stopped in front of the entrance to an upscale Italian restaurant. "How do you feel about Italian?"
"I enjoy it, sir. But isn't this place a little expensive?"
Kilgrave grinned at her. "You let me worry about the bill and enjoy the meal…"