When Staghead didn't speak, Yredemnul arched a brow. Ten times more graciously than I could…
"Well, Jehael? Your refusal to speak only convinces me further that I should simply leave you in the hands of the intruders. After all, it's their right to make their own just vengeance."
Staghead swallowed nervously. "I don't want to speak with this monster's hands on my throat. What if he decides to not let me finish?"
"Would he dare to do so when he knows it would bring my immediate retribution?" The question had a tone of a statement, but JJ still reacted to it.
"Of course not, Lord Yredemnul," he said, smiling politely. His eyes didn't seem very mirthful, though. "Call my kin monsters all you like, but we aren't mindless savages."
"See, Jehael?" Yredemnul gestured at JJ with a sly smirk. "Now talk."
