"You're... what?"
Tycondrius's jaw hung loosely as he stared at Suka. The girl defiantly returned his gaze... though the effect was largely muted, as she was bound like a barrel strapped to a supply cart.
...Her eyes were... deadly serious.
Nervously, he glanced around at his Letalis companions...
She was supposed to be his consort? He would have no such thing-- he was decades older than the hatchling. Coupling with her would certainly be a crime! --or it should be, anyroad.
Boxtholomaeus shook his wooden head, "I don't know who this person is, Sir."
Athena pursed her lips to the side, "Don't look at *me*?! I have no clue..."
The shadow shook its helmeted head.
"W-well, that doesn't matter!" Suka huffed, vigor returning to her determined wriggling, "Release me! These bindings won't hold me forever!!"
