flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
She was curious as to the flash of irritation on his face when she introduced herself. It was almost as if he were put out by her having given her name, but why? A slight tilt of her head was given as she continued to just watch him as he started to snap a reply, seemingly thinking better of it and not finishing whatever it was he had been about to say. He was a curious one, that’s for sure. Strangely enough, it peeked her curiosity enough to leave her interested in him.
“Why mad?” she finally asked, tilting her head slightly the other direction. She would never be one to be overly friendly, never had been before and never would be now, but she was very curious as to why he seemed to be put out that she introduced herself. She didn’t ask her question in a condescending sort of way. Just curiosity. Icy gaze traveled over his form, returning to his face, mostly his eyes. They were fascinating, really. Stunning in color and, though he was wearing a blank expression, there just seemed to be an unexplainable fire to his gaze.