Aisa, the Cold Princess VS Damian, the Madman: Aisa's disappointment?

Damian stood right behind Aisa, a dagger on her neck. Aisa, on the other hand, glared into his lecherous and crazed eyes with disgust, a spell ready to burst in his face. 

Aisa's senses completely locked on Damian, scrutinizing his body that was filled with weapons, all leather and some of them were even poisonous. Her mind raced to kill Damian, her thoughts revolved around only killing Damian, mercilessly. 

 "You smell so good~" 

Damian whispered, his voice aroused, making Aisa disgusted, but she kept her calm and stayed put, She was a Valxin someone trained, not a weak fragile girl. Aisa could tell that Damian underestimated her and she would make sure to show him his place. 

Damian's face grew red, his fantasies running wild, He slightly pressed the dagger that was poisoned, trying to cut, it but he underestimated Aisa and that was stupid.

"Swap,"