‘Son, your voice ain’t near pretty enough to talk as much as you do,’ Cassius observed. The alligator’s jaws cracked open enough to make the most of the fact he was damned with a perpetual grin and he gave a hollow growl. ‘And pardon’s just another word for forgive.’
Salvatrix had been looking at Tanith with interest. It was almost refreshing to be seen not only for what you were but to be looked at as humanity would do if any of them had an ounce of sense. Sensible girl. Also irrelevant in the grander scheme of things, but sensible nevertheless. Still, when her overgrown lizard spoke up, the Advocate glanced over at Alistair from the corner of her eye, slowly turning her head to watch him full-on. “You would never have lasted a day if you’d met me first,” she replied with a vague, disinterested shrug, then turned her attention back to the resident dominatrix. “I don’t know, can you?” Grammatical errors were silly mistakes to make and something Salvatrix generally noticed. Mostly because grammar, homophones, etc. made all the difference when it came to verbal contracts. Which was how she liked them. “You meant to ask ‘may I go?’, I’m sure. You also dropped something,” she added, holding the vial of blood up to be reclaimed. “Kill or permanently maim him with it and I will destroy you.” Her smile flashed bright with every assurance that she truly would regardless of what either of her great-granddaughters said about it.
There was a rustling of scales on flooring as Cassius attempted to turn in the corridor. ‘I’mma go scare the cleaner down this end of the dungeons.’
“Indeed.” Not even in the privacy of her own head was Salvatrix grateful; she merely acknowledged the fact and then turned on Alistair again. “And you. You’ll need to be roomed elsewhere in the interim.” It would be so much easier to leave the vampire to stew in what he had created -- but then he would no doubt enjoy that, and this demon did not cater to masochists.