FREY
Frey snorts at that, shaking their head and fixing the blonde with an amused look. "You're good honeybunch and I do like you, but not so much as to be manipulated by you."
Allowing their hand to be taken with a bit of an amused smirk. "Oh, they have their ways. Persuasion, bribery, blackmail, torture..." Frey shrugs their shoulders. "You know. All the sorts of tricks you'd expect from your kind." They give Phoebe a bit of a smirk, before petting her hair reassuringly. "I doubt it'll come to that with you, my little Nightingale. I think you'd bend fairly easily under torture, but it wouldn't get them what they wanted. You my love, are best tempted by the carrot, and not the rod."
Then, with an entirely lascivious smile added, "Not that sort of rod, anyway."
Allowing their hand to be taken with a bit of an amused smirk. "Oh, they have their ways. Persuasion, bribery, blackmail, torture..." Frey shrugs their shoulders. "You know. All the sorts of tricks you'd expect from your kind." They give Phoebe a bit of a smirk, before petting her hair reassuringly. "I doubt it'll come to that with you, my little Nightingale. I think you'd bend fairly easily under torture, but it wouldn't get them what they wanted. You my love, are best tempted by the carrot, and not the rod."
Then, with an entirely lascivious smile added, "Not that sort of rod, anyway."
Because baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun
