The flame prince's eyes blinked slowly, his obsidian gaze steady and unreadable as he regarded the woman. Her words, laced with challenge and veiled menace, rolled over him like water off a stone. He tilted his head slightly, a small, nonchalant shrug rolling over his shoulders.
"If you did," he said evenly, his tone calm, almost dismissive, "I suppose you'd find out what the Armada is made of. But, I don't think you are ready to find out. Not yet. I do not think that is why you are here talking to me today."
He glanced back at the blighted tree, his attention seemingly drifting. "So, what do you really want?" His thick tail swayed idly, his calm demeanor unwavering as if her presence barely registered as a threat.
