[ thinking about the answer to her question makes his blood run cold, and his gaze turns from stony to icy just as quickly. His voice maintains its cool, even timbre, but there's a hardness to it now that wasn't there prior. The snakes unspool from his cloak like two ribbons of flame, arching around him with their fangs bared towards her - threat posture. ]
Thou art owed nothing of me. Test my mercy no further.
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Thou art owed nothing of me. Test my mercy no further.
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takes a step back. raises her hands in what she hopes is a gesture of placation. shit shit shit. sad wet rag guy is actually scary guy now.
(and yet, a stupid part of her still thinks: Hit a nerve, did I? You've got weaknesses I can exploit, huh?
the smart part of her is aware enough to make sure that thought stays inside her head only.) ]
Okay, um, you've got it, chief.
[ ... ]
Good luck at the ceremony tomorrow.
[ she's just gonna. back all the way away now. ]