POISON AND WINE

He notes that she?s not easily flattered, and she shrugs. She?s not some harlot to make some flirtatious comment back, she?s a married woman. He then notes that truer words have not been spoke, that Virgil Olympus is not a peasant. ?Well if you argued with my ego I?d just have to prove you wrong,? she notes softly, teasingly, perhaps daring him. There is a bit of an amused edge to her voice; will the mighty Syrinx seek to prove her wrong?
She listens as he tells her he?s never loved anyone since Eos left, and she shrugs. It matters little, what was felt long ago and what could have been. ?I was nothing but a girl when you left. You gave me a pack, a purpose, and I have grown. I have a lover, children of my own, and my family is closer than it was. So, I guess I can say, thank you for giving me the chance,? she notes. Maybe that?s all she?s really wanted to do; thank him for leaving, for giving her the pack, even though she undoubtedly would have taken one for herself in due time. It is then that she laughs, an amused sound departing from her chest. ?We sound like old, crusty, nostalgic hags,? she states in good humor.
Still, she does not doubt something about his return.
?When can I expect to see you up to trouble? I don?t anticipate a man like you to be the sort to remain quite long,? she tells him. Her tail flickers idly behind her, watching him evenly. She doubts he will come for her own throne, but who knows.