Ankyra Sound the song is not the same when we're all played out

Inwardly the small wretch bristled as the man pedaled away - her haughty eyes cold and lacking any sort of liquid warmth. She would have found the gesture insolent -- but it was apparent he had second thoughts which slightly melted her bitter resolve. Yet, he did not answer her inquiry.

He seemed interested; he even perched in front of her and she offered an ugly smile that did not reach those hiemal yellow eyes. He sat coiled like some puma - a defensive posture in which Caiaphas was all too familiar.

She stood, her posture still unremitting. "I may not." She answered sharply, her tongue laced with saccharine sounding sarcasm. "The Sisters forbid it. Now, I asked you a question. Who are you?"