Alric stayed quiet.
He wasn't angry at Xo for her words, for trying to push his buttons. That was part of their game, that was how they played, he understood it. He was angry at her because she refused to get out of his office and find Danger. There was work that needed to be done, and she needed to do it. Having her trounce about his office in displays of sex appeal and knife play did him no good.
Finally, in exasperation he left his place at the head of his desk. He walked around the large Wroshyr tree desk. He stepped up beside her, his face still that motley mixture of anger and stark determination that he only got when he was upset.
His hand reached out, touching her.
She didn't flinch, she simply thought she'd won again, a smug smirk crossed her face and she looked at him with a sultry smile. Alric didn't respond, he simply remained quiet, looking at her as if he was intent on silencing her his own way.
His palm started just below her midriff, laying there for only a second before slowly sneaking upwards, pulling the blouse form her skirt.
Alric didn't bother undoing any of the buttons, instead his hand braced against the skin, pushing lightly into her flesh while his forearms ripped off button after button of her of her blouse. His head moved closer to her neck with every passing second, appearing about to kiss her. His palm sailed over her chest, feeling for just a split second. His lips came near her ear, and then suddenly he jerked.
With immense strength born of weight training and bar room fist fights Alric grasped Xo's throat, picking her up and inch off where she sat on the desk and slamming her down onto the heavy wood.
The table rattled as she came crashing down, the pieces of the Dejarik board shaking and falling by the wayside. The computer with the ships plans went falling the the ground, he eyed it, the remembered the plans were held elsewhere. His face immediately moved above hers as he pinned her by the throat to the desk, immense strength keeping her in place as one pink hand shot up to grasp his forearm. Alric stared into the Zeltrons eyes, gaze fierce.
“Find her.” His tone was ice cold, just like the blade resting against his skin.