Raziah wasn't just doing this because she desired to put everyone in an uneasy state of mind. Malcolm was right there staring at her, and she was sure the others were just as disappointed as he was for stepping up and speaking to her husband like that. But she couldn't back down from a fight, especially when it has to do with him.
Their foreheads were still pressed together, and his hand around her neck only got firmer with time. There was now a swirl coming up in those voids he called eyes, a certain gleam that kept growing bigger with every ticking second. And for the first time since he turned into another person, he finally let out that wicked and dubious smirk of his by tipping his lips ever so lightly.
"Yes, hazel." He peppered his hot breath against her face with that deep whisper, "Tip...of the iceberg, huh?"
