"Answer the damn phone already!"
"Please, Young Miss!" Vael roared to make sure she heard him down the hall. "Stop this already! You're only putting yourself at risk!"
But Ayse's boisterous laugh retorted, "Why else would she hire security? To keep the riff-raff from ruining her life!"
"This is no place for you to speak, knave! You'll die for meddling in this!" Vael barked and readied his micro-rapier.
Unworried, Ayse waved to the angry Aegri. "Just keep calling! I'll keep the rat busy."
"Rat?!"
Vael's fierce lunge brought the rapier to Ayse's neck. However, it failed to register on any flesh. The thin blade whiffed as Ayse sidestepped the strike with ease.
An inkling of seriousness seeped into Vael's steeled gaze. "Oh… At least your not a useless bum. But you'll never keep up!"
