Luneshale Pass another odyssey

Samirseti’s smile didn’t falter under her sharp gaze. If anything, it widened, a flash of teeth that feigned a taste for power. Her words were a blade, but he’d danced around sharper ones before. Trouble, indeed.

“Oh, but I do enjoy a finale,” he countered smoothly, vox a low purr. “It's always better than the main act.” He took a step closer, unhurried, his golden eyes glinting with amusement as he let her measure him. He didn’t mind the scrutiny—he welcomed it, thrived on it.

He was practically a peacock beneath her scrutinizing glower, putting his best feathers on display for the woman. The cadence with which she spoke was a cruel melody upon his tall, pointed ears and Samir found them swiveling inwards, seeking out more.

“Oh, it doesn't matter what I want, sutenet.” he continued, his tone shifting to one of mock curiosity, “What do you want?”

He deflected her blade of words, sending them right back at her throat.