Kita jumps, muscles coiling beneath her tanned skin as she whirls around. "Who the he// are you?! More importantly... How the fu.ck did you get into my house?!" she asks, clearly trying hide the fear in her voice.
Solas mewed, winking. "Ring any bells?" He chuckled darkly and stood up, taking a step toward her. "And then you started stripping in front of me," he added, frowning a little. "Who does that in front of a cat?"
Kita steps back away from him, straight into the counter in the bathroom. "Oh god... Cats aren't supposed to be able to turn into people, though. Cats don't care if you get dressed in front of them..." She shakes her head, light brown eyes wide.
Solas smiled faintly, looking a little... apologetic? Weird, for a demon. "I'm afraid I'm not really a cat, though... And, well, obviously you can understand now why I hid under the bed while you got dressed."
"Yeah... So, why did you want in here?" Kita was visibily shaking from fear, searching for something she could use as a weapon. I never should have sold the bow and srrows when I moved off the reservation... she thinks, frowning. Subconsciously, she had begun inching toward the window, keeping her eyes on him the whole time.
"Truthfully?" Solas sighed, acting as if this was no big deal. Happened all the time. "I came to devour your soul, leaving your body as an empty shell for some bystander to come across eventually. You know. The usual." He frowned slightly, stepping forward to block her path to the window. "I can see you moving, you know. I may be evil, but I'm not stupid."
Kita narrows her eyes, clenching her fists. "Look, go find some sl.ut and do whatever the he.ll you're planning to. I'm not in the mood to deal with this sort of sh.it."
"Ew, s.luts taste awful." Solas shook his head childishly. "I mean, their souls do. I don't know what they themselves taste like. But it's always the good girls that taste better. Like... their souls aren't as dirty and cheap-tasting." That probably made no sense to her.
Kita rubs her temples, sighing. "Then why not go find some other girl? Or... I'll make you a deal. I'll give you anything but my soul, and you'll leave me alone."
"Sorry," Solas murmured, though it was rather obvious he wasn't very sorry at all. "I've had my eye on you for a while now. You have to admit I made a pretty good choice - pretty, a little stubborn, but in a cute way..."
Kita crosses her arms, stepping toward him. By then, her fear had been replaced by anger which was clear in her usually gentle brown eyes. "I don't care if you've watched me my whole life. You're not getting my soul, and that's final."
She was even cuter when she was mad. Solas smiled apathetically, shrugging. "You can say whatever you want, darling," he said smoothly, very close to her now. "You can't stop me even if you tried. You're just a pathetic human, remember?"
Kita raises an eyebrow, standing almost literally toe-to-toe with him, eyes narrowed. "Most humans are pathetic. I'll give you that. But I'm not like the pampered white people, if that's not obvious. Native Americans are stronger. Now then, I suggest you get out of my house."
"Or how about a better idea," Solas suggested, flipping her carefully onto the bed and sitting on the edge of it beside her. "You can let me do this quickly, so it doesn't hurt as much. I promise I'll be nice, okay?"
Kita rolls her eyes, shaking her head slightly. "No. I have already told you that I won't just let you take my soul. Get the he.ll out of my house," she says icily. "Even if I said yes, you probably wouldn't even keep your word."
Solas took offense to that last part, and it showed on his face, looking a little hurt. "I always keep my promises, thank you. I'm not a total a.ss." He pushed her down against the blankets and pinned her wrists, frowning. "Just give it up already. Unless you want it to be unnecessarily painful."
Kita strains against him, trying in vain to break his grip. "How many times must I say no until it makes sense to you? I'm only 20 and I have a life to live. Which requires my having a soul. Now... Get off!"
( (Bump) )
"Are you kidding? I'm not letting you go just because you say so, princess." Solas was barely even trying, honestly. Humans were so weak. "Your struggling is only going to make this hurt more than needed."
"I don't care. At least I won't die without trying to do something about it," Kita snaps. "And stop calling me stuff like 'princess'."