Stone Circle hold your devil by his spoke and spin hi(m) to the ground

What was he after?
The look on his face reminded her strongly of Void, the man who had tried to fight her for her own body, and that made her extremely uncomfortable. She did not know what he was saying. There was more information to be read from his body, the tilt of his head, the tone of the voice and composition of his words, rather than the words themselves. She'd have no hope of understanding him beyond the clear confidence he exuded.

Her tongue slips out to flick her lips, her nose; a nervous gesture. Then Sanja is grimacing. His grin spoke volumes and so she would warn him with a look of her own, but they both knew that any threat she posed was all talk; but she averted her gaze afterward, and nodded.

Whatever the price, she needed to eat.