[ Ruby's amused by his feeble attempts to turn away from her mouth and apparent attempts to ignore everything else that's happening further down. The only downside to having him strung up like this is that it's difficult for her to reach everything she wants to, a problem which has her slipping her arms around his neck to pull herself up, casually hooking her legs around his waist so that she has at least one hand free to continue teasing along the side of his neck and ear with that stolen feather.

It puts that much more strain on his wings, but she's confident that he can take it. He just may not enjoy it very much, unlike her current preoccupation with leaving slow, teasing kisses along the other side of his neck as she continues to rock herself against his chest, just a little too high to grind directly against the erection that's straining against his pants. She's curious as to whether or not he'll be able to resist the instinct to try to roll his hips back up toward her own in response. ]

Have to? No, but you haven't exactly given me a lot of reasons not to.

[ She's not blind. She can see what tactics are getting to him here, what's making him talk. If the pain isn't a sufficient motivator, then her teeth catching sharply on that sensitive skin at his throat and her warm body pressed tight against his vessel might do the trick. It's a start, at least. ]

See, the logical thing for you to say here is 'help me Obi-wan Ruby, you're my only hope.' [ He can thank Sam for that reference, not that she expects him to get it. ] If you want to get out of this, you're gonna need my help. Unless you want to die here, which would be kind of pointless, wouldn't it?

[ She pauses, thoughtfully slipping her hand back into his right wing, but this time she's dragging the loose feather through it along with it. ]

Unless you think you're just as worthless as the rest of us.