<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">Illian smirked as she mentioned leaving, her own friendship to him blinding her to two facts.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“I know the other’s wouldn’t like it. That’s why they are never going to get a chance to learn about it, even on accident.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">In a rare show of his elven speed he moved between her and he door, smirking at her all the while.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“You have failed me Cast, and agents that fail me are used as an example. You are never leaving this house again, though I do think I am going to burn the maid outfit. Probably right off of your body.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">The look in his eyes was cold and lustful as he looked over her, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it if he wanted it to happen.</span>