"You won't go far being this soft, Diana," was Avarice's first response to my inquiry. That, and a disdainful huff. "When someone crosses you, you have to make an example out of them if you don't want everyone else to get wrong ideas in their heads. This dog you so stubbornly cling to… And I don't mean Dragonslayer…"
I bared my canines in a best vampire impression. "Are you sure he doesn't hear you, right now?"
Avarice pinched her lips, but dropped on disdain a bit. "The wolf had limited worth, and it's over. Now you ask me to spend forces, resources, time, just so he could rot in a cage instead of the ground? It's a waste, and therefore an insult to me. Do you think that after all this we are such close friends that you can insult me in my own house with no repercussions?"
