Firefly Glen Feeling eternal, this pain is an illusion

Hydra listened, intrigued. And as he laughed, Hydra herself watched him without any shift in her own demeanor. When he continued, she smiled fully, nodding. Ah, she spoke, I see. Her features then became reticent as she mulled, and then spoke again: and what is your price, mercenary king? came her prompt, rain sliding in rivulets down her chin as she watched him. Hydra needed no one to do the dirty work for her; she was more than capable of getting things done herself. Her own pack, too. And yet more teeth were always welcome. What do you do when you run into a conflict of interest? She asked next, wondering just how he ran his own... business, as it seemed to be.