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like kjalarr, this was a side of arrille caiaphas had not witnessed before. her tail lashed in disapproval as she caught the forceful edge of his tone -- she had never been one to comply to demands. it went against the very grain of her troublesome nature. she folded her lean hips and sat down on the stone with a curiously indecipherable look.

"if you want flies, you use honey." she started, looking at him pointedly in a chiding manner. "not salt." she finished and silence filled the cavern save for the gentle trickle of water against wet stone. it was clear from her cold aspect that she had not appreciated how he addressed her -- and unless he made amends, no further answers would be forthcoming.