Should I say it softly?

Gaze flicking to the woman as she stepped close enough to the window to touch it, he let himself look over her again. She truly was beautiful, if perhaps worryingly cunning. Two long steps brought him up to her, his own body a mere hairs breadth away from pressing to her. “If you know where you belong, then why do you keep seeking me out?”

“Curiosity for the most part. Having a breeder on the Necromonger throne is about as sacrilegious as one could get. But I suppose it’s due to your exceptional lineage and that relentless nature of yours.” Her voice dipped to that low almost condescending tone of hers while she talked. It was hard to tell if she was being cynical or placing some truth to her words. But it’s not like she was about to hint at either side.

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   She’s about fifty shades of pleased to see the Necromonger, a smirk on her lips but that’s all she gives her. Why does Nadira need to see anything more than a lift of the corner of her lip? The deity tilts her head and runs a finger faintly down the other’s arm. “Consider it accepted.”

She would hold back a shiver but there's no doubt in her mind that Ammit can see the hold she has over her. The goosebumps that litter Nadira's skin, her quickening pulse could only noticeable under the deity's eyes. So the Dame cares little about hiding it, as she is a willing prey. Gradually her hand meets the other's and she gently brushes her lips upon the back out it. "And I thank you."

What’s that?  We need more Lord Vaako…3/?

"One would think to keep his wife he would try harder to keep her near." Speaking with a smirk, he let his own gaze return to the passing black. He still didn’t know the way he should act with the Necros, but then again he hadn’t spent much time bothering to learn either. He had no interest in their faith, cared nothing of their ways. But he was curious what their views were on how often Nadira was with him instead of her husband.

She took a few steps closer the window, reaching out to run a hand over the glass before tilting her head as she spoke over her shoulder. "I know where I belong. Why, has something about my presence caught your intrigue, my Lord?"

Riddick finally looked to the woman, eyes glowing faintly in the near dark as his gaze raked over the woman. He knew the men were strong, knew how to fight. But all he’d seen of the women were ones like Dame Vaako, pretty but with no real purpose. “Does your husband know you’re here? Or is it your turn to try to kill me?”

After a hard stare she rolled her eyes at the question and placed her focus upon the thick glass again. "I am no more of a keeper over my husband than he is of me." The vagueness of her response carried a portion of the answer. True, Siberius didn't know entirely to what extent his wife was venturing out, but he can't keep his eyes on her all the time.