Then a light, a small red that glowed casting but a tiny window among the endless black. It moved casually and brightened only momentarily before puffs of smoke drifted lazily into the luminescence, the fits of giggles still breaking in with snickers the golden eyes like dull torches searching in vain.
“You don’t need two eyes at all, my child, but the real question is, do you have anything that -can- kill me? Knives and blades and swords are sooo delicious have you tasted their edge?
Mmmmmm… like the finest silk.. And tasty! “
Morrigan’s face emerged in the small glow of her cigarette another deep draw intensifying the flame, but fear nor concern reflected in her twisted form. For the time she was playing, drawing in the smoke and allowing it to leech from her pursed lips. Listening carefully to see if Alexander would dare give up his position in the back alley. When no immediate response was given, she shrugged her shoulders and took a minor risk.
“… There’s a lot you don’t realize my little puppet. Zis show, ahhh… the curtains they’re going to close up if I’m not there quick. They failed to kill Soif, even if they got Cole.
Oh my! I’ve said too much I’m afraid. I haven’t even tested to see if your loyal. Hummm.. That is rather bothersome. How can I pro- well I could take the other eye, but I’m afraid I need you to be operational. If I have to kill you I’d sooner have some sport in it. Mmmmm….
So which is it my little rogue? On which side of the line are you standing anyway? Because I don’t have all day, and if I must murder you I need to get started.”