That look in Kanji's eyes was almost just as satisfying as injecting her venom under his skin had been. The look told her that he wanted to fight back, but he wasn't going to. He was holding himself back.

He was weak. Eli had won. She felt sick with herself, but also wildly victorious and proud of the damage she'd dealt.

Kanji was headed for the infirmary-- or at least she figured he would be, as long as he wasn't a complete and utter idiot. Eli briefly turned the idea of Vianca treating Kanji's wound over in her head, and that just increased both of her overwhelming opinions of herself at the moment. She rolled the tension from her shoulders and made her hasty exit from the stupid dance.