Beggars can't be choosers

Scylla looked oh so pleased with herself up on her perch, and it took all of Saracyn's self control to keep his eyes from drifting when the lithe little fae gave a wiggle of her shapely hips and a long languid stretch of her slender body. It was not an easy feat, especially with how graceful and catlike Scylla's movements were, like she was deliberately trying to tempt him or make him uncomfortable. She stared him dead in the eye, her mismatched blue and gray eyes piercing into his with an intense focus that might have made lesser wolves avert their gaze away from hers as if she were a gorgon. Saracyn however did not avert his gaze; he held hers with their faces less than a foot apart with the way he was sat and how she leaned in towards him, lounging about like the picture of comfort.

His words brought a smile to her face, this cheeky little knowing grin and far too much delight in those heterochromatic eyes. She teased him, playing coy to his intentions as if she didn't know what this conversation would be about. Saracyn bit his tongue to keep from making an exasperated face. Scylla stretched again and again Sara's attention was tested. Don't look at those hips or long legs. He bit his tongue again, the little flash of pain from his serrated teeth helping to keep him focused where his eyes needed to be instead of where they wanted to be. He didn't say anything right away, at least not until Scylla leaned in closer to him with forepaws and serpentine tail hanging off her rocky platform, looking like she was having a delightful time making him twist in the wind. No doubt she knew what she was doing. Scylla was no idiot, but sometimes Sara thought she might be too clever for either his or her own good.

Scylla questioned what the Mendaciums brought to the table to offer the Kleins for their continued presence in Elysium. This had been expected. No deal was ever brokered with only one side offering anything, and he had discussed this very thing with Avacyn before coming to find her. "Avacyn is offering positions of power and influence to you and your brother to stay in Elysium," he explained, trying to keep his tone impassive as much as he was trying to keep his eyes on her face and not her swaying tail. Memories of the time she ambushed him in the Thicket coming back to his mind at the most inopportune time. "I recommended you be made Master Fighter for your skills in combat and your knowledge of poisons and... other substances." Certain sedatives came to mind... "Albion will be made Advisor for his keen intelligence and insight. Avacyn found a lot of value in their conversations."

His last sentence was said through a clenched jaw, still trying to remain diplomatic although politics were far from his strong suit. It irked him that the pallid brute had so much value to his twin, but these were Ava's wishes, and as her Commander he had a duty to follow her orders. "Are these positions acceptable to you?" asked the crimson brute, his tail giving a little anxious quiver behind him. He was not scared of Scylla, but being in such close proximity to the petite sultry fae was making his insides feel all out of sorts, like he knew he was being toyed with but couldn't do anything about it—yet. Hopefully this would be an easy negotiation and Scylla wouldn't turn this into some big project for him.

"Saracyn Mendacium"