Let's Get To Know Each Other

Nero commented upon her youthly escapades and a soft scoff ghosted through pink nares. "Enticing, sure. It took a while for the ride to be over, if you catch my drift." Let that serve to either entice him or repulse him, she was unapologetically herself in all situations. That would never change. The day that she stopped being herself was the day that she died. If someone didn't like the way that she was, then they could kindly fuck right off, please and thank you.

Once she'd given Nero a bit of insight as to their situation, the brutes expression shifted. He became momentarily pensive, his brows drawn together in thought. Scylla's nimble little raccoon fingers never stopped toying with his big, meaty pads. She stroked each curved claw, dipped in between each toe, allowed her own soft pads to glide along the webbing between. He murmured her words back to her and one brow arched. What was he thinking?

Eventually Nero spoke, informing her that he was quite competitive if she was indeed challenging him. "Life is a challenge, darling. Will you rise to it as you have everything else?" So far Nero had not been a disappointment. His next words did strike a discordant note within the Sovereign, however. Interesting...

Nero asked what she might do to prove herself in turn and a bit of ice filled the fae's blue and grey gaze. "I've nothing to prove," Scylla informed him, her tones saccharine sweet. "Anything I want, I take." The cobalt and cream fae extracted her paw from Nero's and smoothly pushed to her feet. There was challenge in her gaze as she looked Nero dead in the eye. Small in stature but confident as a mountain, she queried, "Should I take something from you, Nero?"

"Scylla"