[He almost smiles then -- even if Ianchus does his best to keep his excitement hidden, it's still clear to him that it's there.

(And even that fits into that sense of control, being able to say a few words and catch someone's attention. It's all so very unhealthy, probably, but why resist when it was all wanted?

There's a pause as Jezebel lets his eyes flicker to Ianchus' neck briefly, before looking back to meet his gaze.]

You seemed rather disappointed that I didn't strangle you earlier.