"Hey there, I turned my head away and you're gone from sight, that's not okay, you know," a silvery voice soothed clearly inside Lyon's eardrum.
"Hmm?" Lyon turned and saw Farash smiling as she approached him. "You know, you're traversing a dangerous area right?"
"Oh, I know that," Farash smiled before she darted her glance toward Cecile who smiled and shook her head.
"You better watch your distance," said Cecile.
"Oh, c'mon sister, don't be like that," said Farash before she smiled coquettishly at Lyon. "After all, who knows, we might share a drink together at the same table."
"She is not threatening you," said Zelena. "She is warning you."
"Fang?" Farash raised her brows. "That's not nice, I don't think sister here is that type of a woman."
"She probably not, but my sister is," Zelena rolled her eyes. "She won't hesitate in the slightest to lob your head with her sword."
