WHO'S THE KILLER IN THE CROWD?

Get to know her? A brow raised at that, as if the mere thought of such a thing were simply ludicrous. She snorted, shaking her head. "What could you possibly want to know? I like the color blue, long walks on the beach, and I'm charming as hell obviously," she snorted. Virgil supposed that she ought to let go of the venom; in her current condition, a fight would not be wise. Alas, her bloodline and her arrogance refused such a proposal. She was the Olympus matriarch, she had to be strong for her people and give a good impression. When her family came, she would need to provide them with power. The debate in her head stood between upholding her stance now, or fighting and potentially ruining good health which could be used to challenge for a pack.

Ear twitched as she listened to him. Well, he sounded like a selfish, arrogant prick. Alas she said nothing, instead adding it to her list of judgments about him, judgments that would be difficult to erase from her mind. Virgil was a stubborn woman, set in opinion and rarely changing. "Maybe you won't hope so once we acquire a throne. Or maybe that just depends on what side of the line you fall," she mused, eyeing the russet toned male evenly. It was an idle threat, if you get in our way we will crush you.

He mentioned having a kingdom, and she sighed. Healers would be necessary. They would be inferior to her oracles, but required all the same."This isn't some twisted pick up line, is it? You'll have to be a lot smoother than that, skippy," she snarked, offering now real answer. Virgil needed the help, she'd asked for it, but she had to convince the last vestiges of herself that refused anything from outsiders.