Beggars can't be choosers

Sara tromped around the edge of the lake towards her and Scylla watched him the whole time, grey and blue eyes fixed on his russet and black form. Ah, she enjoyed making him come to her. It was the little things in life, you know? When he arrived, the man sarcastically asked if she was enjoying the sun. The tiny fae smiled pleasantly and gave a little hip wiggle on her perch. "Oh, very much so. Much too comfortable to move just yet." She knew that the answer would annoy him. That was why she said it.

With Sara standing before the big rock almost eye level with her, Scylla gave a languid stretch, clawed digits curling as a little sound of pleasure pulled from her. After her stretch and a delighted sigh, the cobalt and cream dame placed her chin upon one bent foreleg, light and dark ears shifting forward as though letting Saracyn know that she was ready to hear what he had to say.

The red man spoke and inside Scylla was roaring with laughter. Externally, she only smiled. His choice of wording did eventually bring a sultry chuckle from the woman. "Oh, do we?" Did he think she was stupid? Scylla knew damn well that Saracyn would be perfectly fine without any of the Kleins staying in Elysium. It was his sweet sister that needed their skills and numbers. Avacyn should have been the one speaking to her, but here they were.

Scylla stretched again, this time her toes hooked over the edge of the rocky platform. Her long tail snaked over the other side, lashing slowly back and forth as she leaned towards Saracyn. "Since our skills are so valued, what are you willing to do to continue having those skills on your side?" He'd put himself in the perfect position for bartering and Scylla wasn't one to pass up on such an opportunity.

"Scylla Klein"