Twisted Slough my life is a play, is a play

She relaxes, and that is a clear sign for Athan to move forward. He does so slowly, as if with intention or a casual nature. But he does not yet know what he wants to drink from her or turn her into a thrall — he probes her out first, seeing how she reacts to him. He smirked at her wry remark, then turns his head away slightly before chuckling. Perhaps you were made here for me, hm? He smiles at her, dazzling with a threatening undertone that only the extremely perceptive or extremely paranoid would detect.