The Offer on My Head, Still Stands

Before answering him, Aresenn greeted the girl, calling her Absinth. A single ear flicked upon his skull, his aggressive body language unwavering as he waited for Aresenn to answer. He flashed Sephiran a half-sided grin, making a comment on how they were merely pieces in his world. At least Aresenn understood it now. He gave a low rumble in response, and picked his head up over his shoulders when he requested that this girl last longer than their other toy. Did that mean this would be a slow burn type of torture? Still unclear of what Aresenn really wanted out of this girl, Sephiran decided to be more direct in his questioning. “We kill her later then?” For such a bold statement, the words came out monotone and matter-of-fact.

He would have elaborated more on what plans Aresenn had in store for her. But, at the mention of flaying traitors alive and parading their skin, Sephiran’s mood drastically changed. The bristling of his pelt fell flat, eyes widening with maniacal excitement as his sneer morphed into a grin. “Oh?” He said, imagining the delight he would feel if he performed such an act. It would be so fucking arousing. “And you assisted him, yes?”  He said, hyper-focusing his attention on the girl, wanting her to admit she had committed such a vile act. But she continued on to say her father was creative and had toys, just like Sephiran and his father! “My father had toys too-“ He thought about his time as a child, as father would play roughly with them in the den, while he and his siblings were sleeping with their mother. “-as do I.” Aurelia came to mind, but only for a moment. He wasn’t worried about her escaping, given he had displaced her hip joint, rendering her immobile.

At the mention of joining them, Aresenn was compliant with the idea. She responded by saying she was more amusing alive, and that she loved surprises. Sephiran was quick to answer. “Not until you’ve proven it.” If Aresenn wanted to keep her around, she must be useful. And Sephiran needed more convincing that she was worthy of that. His impulsivity took over, and he decided Aurelia could wait for now. “Change of plans.” He said, tail flicking behind him as his gaze shifted back to the girl. His smirk faded, eyes narrowing as his expression contorted into one of malice and contempt. "Impress me." The command dripped like venom from his jaws, his callous gaze unwavering as he analyzed her closely.  Whatever she chose to do, Sephiran would stand back and watch - unless she went for him of course.  

"Sephiran Saxe"