Thread: Attention!  (IWishThat&Valanaer)

His eyes met hers and she knew she had him, could see the wheels in his head turning. She had been right, she had seen that recognition in his eyes when she had spoken, known that he understood everything that she said to him. The bastard was just fucking stubborn. Her eyebrow raised as she waited, waited for him to make a decision on whether or not he was going to speak, like a dog asked to bark. It amused her, the look on his face as he tried to decide whether or not to reveal something she already assumed was true. All she needed was for his voice to confirm it. When he finally did speak she smirked darker, arms crossing under her still naked breasts and cocking her head to the side slightly. If he was trying to piss her off it wasn't working. Actually his comment only seemed to amuse her all the more. O yes, i see just how smart you are. She chuckled softly here, eyes going across his form for a moment before returning to those hate filled eyes. Smart enough to lead your own people to war and then death. Not to mention get caught with them, be the cause for one to die for his disloyalty and then.. She chuckled again, seeming to take amusement out of pointing out his flaws. Then letting yourself go low enough to have sex with one of your own people who is being forced to do this. Yes, i would imagine that you think yourself smarter than me. Smarter than i who has captured you, who has won this little scuffle, if i can call it that. I who, by the way, is now standing before you free of ropes. Her hand came up to tap at her lip for a moment considering Ashal for a moment. I will give you this, you confound me. Her head tilted to the side for a moment, hair spilling across her shoulder in wonderful waves. So much in fact that i've chosen to spare your people from death just to unravel your mysteries. She spoke softly now, as if speaking to herself. It was obvious that she didn't believe telling him such things would matter much. It wasn't as if Ashal would be getting away any time soon and all her guards knew to kill him on sight if he got away. If she couldn't have him, then no one could. As if your mysteries would be worth unraveling. She shook her head in anger and confusion, letting her hands drop from her sides as she turned and walked over to a dresser. Pulling the second drawer open she pulled out a shirt, yanking it over her head so that it hung over her form. It was much to large for her and it was obvious that it was a man's shirt, one that probably didn't actually belong to her. With that on she moved over to the tent flaps, giving Ashal a glance and a dark frown before she poked her head out. A few moments of quiet talking followed, much to quiet for Ashal to hear before one of the guards came in. He looked rather unhappy as he headed over to Ashal and started to yank the man's clothes back on, being rough in the manor that he did such a thing. All the while those brilliant green eyes watched Ashal, judging his facial features before the guard was once again moving, grabbing Ashal's arms and undoing the ties. With a harsh yank he pulled Ashal from the table, once more moving him to the pole and tying his arm's back and around the pole. Once that was done he was gone again, once more standing guard outside the tent flaps.