“Does my head have a sack of gold on it?” Theon asked with a sense of venom. “Seriously? I’ve already been shot. I still feel it. Is there a sense of creative flavor in any of you?” He winked at Clotho before he stepped away, letting her feel all that nausea that he was certain she felt. He wasn’t nauseous, she had a certain sweet taste to her that still lingered on his lips.
“Ah, Lachesis, you ruined our fun.” Theon stated, but was cooperative. “Do you want me to taste your blood? I can happily oblige.” Arsen and Xeno were enjoying the show, but they grasped unto Clotho as insurance. “Shoot our brother and we’ll slit her throat faster than you can say our brother’s name.” Xeno gave a sickening chuckle.
“So it appears we have a predicament. Shall we have some tea while we discuss some options?” He began to stroke that strand of hair he had been toying with earlier. “Or shall we get to the blood? I am all for the blood, but if we want this to be slow, I’m all about slow.” The Phonoi walked towards Lachesis and Xeno took out the knife he swore he would use on Clotho.