Aye, sure. I'll trust the word of a smirking braggart.
[But she does loosen her grip a little - not letting go, not even close, but enough to offer as a proof of intent.]
Let go first, and we can call it done.
[She may, she knows, regret her stubbornness. That would hold her back, if not for the fact that she has absolutely no faith that letting go of his neck right now would actually spare her any trouble. It's luck more than anything that's got her to a point where she can bargain even this far, and she isn't going to give it up without some kind of assurance that she won't need to bargain further.]
[Her own head is starting to feel kind of light, between the crushing grip on her ribs and the fact that she is still hanging upside-down over his shoulder. Even if she isn't desperately afraid to be killed, it's still a potent motivator to get the fuck down from here.]
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[But she does loosen her grip a little - not letting go, not even close, but enough to offer as a proof of intent.]
Let go first, and we can call it done.
[She may, she knows, regret her stubbornness. That would hold her back, if not for the fact that she has absolutely no faith that letting go of his neck right now would actually spare her any trouble. It's luck more than anything that's got her to a point where she can bargain even this far, and she isn't going to give it up without some kind of assurance that she won't need to bargain further.]
[Her own head is starting to feel kind of light, between the crushing grip on her ribs and the fact that she is still hanging upside-down over his shoulder. Even if she isn't desperately afraid to be killed, it's still a potent motivator to get the fuck down from here.]