[ after a moment, Rose finally stands. but instead of leaving, she walks past the table, brushing her hand against the bottle of alcohol and knocking it over, spilling the contents.

she then stops right before him before climbing onto his lap, seating herself there comfortably, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other moving to one of his wicked sharp horns. ]

And you are one step closer to admitting that you take masochistic pleasure out of this, Eridan. Is it really the supposed caliginous feelings that arise whenever I'm near you, or the fact that you take great pleasure when someone puts you in the place? Reminds you of who and what you are?

[ she leans close, tone dropping: ]

It's not royalty, by the way.

[ and then she straightens, running her hand along his horn ]

You're almost more pathetic than Equius.