"Wasn't speaking about how well you cleaned yourself, widow" Darian spoke, his finger's tightening around the hilt of his dagger while he held and idle look, patience filling his eyes. The woman was thick skinned, he had to give her that, but he wondered just as well if that emotional fortitude ran to other things. "People say your bloods weak, and looking at you, I can see what they mean" He supposed there was something that remained to be seen from the woman, but from what he could see of her pale skin, and slender build, she looked fragile as any woman, even more so perhaps.
Her next words drew him from his line of questioning directed in finding out more of her race for the time being as he found himself focusing on other matters, his hazel eyes staring coldly back at her. "If I ever need a whore to lure a fool into disarming himself, I'll be sure to send for you. You could even have a share of the spoils provided you bedded my men well after the job was done" With that he offered a rare chuckle, though there was hardly any true humor behind the spite filled noise.
Her next words drew him from his line of questioning directed in finding out more of her race for the time being as he found himself focusing on other matters, his hazel eyes staring coldly back at her. "If I ever need a whore to lure a fool into disarming himself, I'll be sure to send for you. You could even have a share of the spoils provided you bedded my men well after the job was done" With that he offered a rare chuckle, though there was hardly any true humor behind the spite filled noise.
