"No, Chika," she whispered as the world around them started to take on frost. The air was drying as a result, the moisture freezing all along the edges of the walls. She felt none of the pain of it, none of the ill effects. It was, after all, her cold. And she could make it so that the barely sub-zero temperatures were bitter and dangerous... unless Chika was pressed up close and flush against her. There, there was enough warmth that she wouldn't get hypothermia.

"I'll call you Alkaid for the others if you really want that again, but when it's just us? It's Chika. You can lie and tell them you're Alkaid, you're the demon empress, or whatever you want. I'll lie for you, but when it's just us? You're just Chika. My Chika." She was giggling, pushing back against the attempts to press her off and get a bit of space. "I'll tell you everything you need to know. But there's a toll, a price for information. You have to stop being so cold to me."

She knew the door wouldn't open if something didn't happen. She knew, and she was abusing it. Freezing temperatures, aphrodisiacs. The girl struggling against her would feel lips touching her neck, teasing at her skin, brushing over goosebumps. Yes, she wasn't fighting fair and she didn't care one bit. Chika was hers again, and she wasn't letting go.