Hermione's gaze settled plainly on him without any effort to move her sealed lips.
Scretz frown annoyed, but he did well to not erupt this time. He calmly sucked in a huge breath of toleration, leaning forward on his black armchair he repeated with more tolerance than she had expected.
"Lady, I don't plan to harm you. But you should also co-operate by giving me truthful answers to my question." He explained hopping that she gets the point.
"So now…" He leaned backwards. "Who are you?"
Seeing the effort he had made in improving his manner of approach, Hermione silently sighed, ignoring the pain that shot from her knee she blinked and parted her lips.
"I'm Hermione Larabee, from Avalon, crestfallwm street." She spoke without a hitch in her voice.
Scretz heard her respond but did not give his. He quietly sized her expression as though in doubt if she was telling the truth.
"How am I supposed to know you're not lying?" He asked her.
