She heard the tapping of his staff and turned to watch him in his thoughts. Her own brow narrowed as she toyed with her own thoughts and trying to guess what he was thinking. Though what he would say just nearly caused her to stumble out of place in disbelief and shock. Instead she remained still except for the whitening of her knuckles as she grasped the staff with both hands and continued to squeeze.
"That is...just genius advice, Emryc." she hissed, her tone cold and dripped venomously. "Why don't I just fuck all of them, seems like a waste to just fuck one." she replied in heavy sarcasm, the staff in her grasp snapped loudly, wood splinters popped from the tension point. "Hells, I will even ask Jedi Pretty Eyes and his tea drinking sidekick for a threesome!" Tiamat threw down the staff with a yell.
"So you're here because you wanted to see me?" she threw out her arms, "Here, look at me, what else do you want?" she snapped and then turned on her heel walking to the wall to grab her pack, "Hold on, let me answer that, there isn't anything else you want from me. Which good riddance for you right?!" she shouted as she pulled out her hoodie, trying to find her way out of the head hole, "You don't know me as well as you like to think. Far from it!"
She pulled down the hoodie and then aggressive flipped out her red locks from the lip of the sweatshirt. Her anger glowed through the red in her cheeks as she glared at Emryc.
@Sreeya