Moonspear You can't be too careful anymore

Alya's expression hardened to stone as she perceived that her accusation was being avoided. He didn't play games, he claimed, but had seemed intent on testing her boundries a moment before. The dark woman wondered if Hydra knew Dirge acted this way to women other than herself - but it didn't matter. She would soon.

Alya did not warm to Dirge as he went on to pay her what may very well have been a compliment, coming from someone else. Perhaps she thought Dirge too forward in assuming these things about her, or perhaps she did not like being lowered to the same level as his sisters - they were not princesses (as far as she knew) after all. More likely, though, it was just Alya's natural tendency to be mulish and contrary, when the mood struck her. For whatever reason, she'd dug in her heels where Dirge was concerned.

She did not like him. Him or his obnoxious fur.

"My father's calling for me," she said abruptly, turning and, at once, departing. She was not in the habit of bedgruding Hydra's whims, but the dark woman had already decided that her beta would be hearing about this encounter.