"Finders keepers," the grin on Cynric never dimmed, "Or have you never heard of such a thing?"
By then Silas had straightened his stance, knowing full well the wolf people wouldn't have a go at him unless instructed otherwise.
"The time isn't for jokes," the vampire uttered as calmly as possible.
"Well, you clearly don't know what my sense of humour is like. Did you like the gift I left for you?"
"A bit too gauche for my taste,"
Silas believed Cynric was, null doubt, referencing the gruesome state he left the kidnappers in.
"Right, you always were under the impression you had a finer taste," Cynric looked the vampire up and down.
"It was never a mere impression,"
"How dare you?" although feminine, the new voice that had addressed Silas was guttural.
It was her intervention that finally caused the smirk on Cynric to die down, "Keep your mouth shut, Ayyura," he glanced her way from the side only, never fully turning to face her.
