She let out smart words and he couldn't hide his smirk. She was a feisty one and he liked danger. "Oh Dove, I'd love to meet him and body disposal is my kind of party." The words dropped off his maw with a bit of a low and baritone voice with that same British-type accent to him. He wasn't giving his name until he got the name of the beautiful fae before him. "Did you at least torture him before he went?" He begged the question in a cool tone. His left eyebrow raises slightly. How would she respond to his coos?
