Duck Lake nothing left to lose

lol probably lecter has no patience

The shaman let a hint of amusement enter his eyes at the boy's mumbled words. Let the child attempt such a thing, and Lecter would maim him, ward of his lover or not. The stripling was trying his patience, and even the very tone of his voice irked the shaman. Lowering his muzzle, Lecter plucked a mouthful of feathers from the duck's breast, spitting them disdainfully in Ira's direction.

"A pity," the pale witch sighed, at the boy's contention that the Gods and Jinx had wanted him, but said no more, continuing to pluck the bird and send the white wisps floating in drifts toward the rude child. He saw no reason to bandy words further, and lowered his thin haunches to the ground. Lecter intended to eat his duck in peace, whether or not Ira departed or stubbornly lingered simply to be a thorn in the side of the the madman.

Icewater eyes raised themselves to the boy. "You may go now," Lecter murmured coldly, hoping to bait the child into anger. No matter what he meant to Jinx, Ira meant nothing to Lecter, and if ever he succeeded on seeding the pale sylph with his children, she would have little time for the arrogant little upstart she had stolen from Sos knew where.