Feeling Vicious' grip on her upper arm, she startled slightly by his suddenness. Not a moment ago he'd been several feet away, and moving further. Sucking in her breath as she looked up to him, her eyes searching his, she waited for an aggression that never came. Or rather, an advance. Unlike before, she'd not kiss Vicious, but she'd sure as hell not stop him if he wanted to kiss her. She'd even gone as far as find ways to be in his presence, giving him more than enough chance to pursue something. When it never came, before and now, the disappointment was there, no doubt. But relief also followed. Part of her, Fariah if she had to guess, wanted him to ravage her. Throw caution and ambition to the wind, and scoop her into his strong arms. While the other part, was silently glad that nothing happened. To be able to be around him without having to worry about his touch or kiss, it would be nice.
Furrowing her brow slightly, gazing down to her arm then up to his eyes, she wanted to pull away. For one, he wasn't being gentle, and for two, she had no idea where he planned to take her. Moving uncomfortably as he ushered her through the market, she slowly brought her hand up to Vicious', gently prying his grip from hers. Still holding onto his hand, she spoke softly, unaware of how her delicate hand remained in his grasp. "I'll come willingly, you don't have hold me like a prisoner."
Not moments later they found themselves at the cafe, the memory of the place allowing her a warm smile. Squeezing his hand gently, Nymphadora looked up into V's eyes. "I didn't think you'd like such a place. Especially coming from the pub." Looking back toward the door, she took a step forward to walk into the establishment, hopefully to find a table and a waitress.