"Hmm, what an interesting plan you have," Irene's muttered with intrigue, yet her face remained hard, hostility etched deeply into her gaze as she stared at Harold.
Harold kept his eyes closed, giving a short nod, his voice wavering just slightly as he replied, "The plan is pretty much foolproof. I'm even offering to pay in advance in case anything goes wrong." He cleared his throat, pushing the words out a bit too quickly. "What do you say? The money could be of great use to your cause and its children—"
A deep frown cut across Irene's face as her gaze sharpened. "They are not 'its!!'" she hissed. The snakes atop her head then snapped forward, their fangs out and glistening under the dim theater lights as they hissed menacingly mere inches away from Harold's face.
