Deoir stared at the human male. “Stop doing what, exactly?” She
knew, but she enjoyed watching the man squirm as she gazed at him
with her pupil-less, white eyes.
The man fidgeted and gestured
with a weakly pointed finger at the minion on Deoir's lap. The one
she was stroking like a housecat. “Petting that... thing!”
The man spat the word with disgusted horror.
Deoir gazed at
him coolly. Silent. Her hand frozen over her minion's back for a long
pause before she finally replied in a single, soft, drawn out
word.
“No.”
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