He tensed at her failure to immediately deny the accusation of being a witch.  They were more often than not wretched creatures in need of being purged with fire.  He did not pounce though, as he was still in doubt of the woman's true nature.	Her follow-up denial relaxed him slightly, and he was not as surprised when she speculated at his true nature.<br/><br/>He grunted acceptance of the drink brought by the barmaid, then looked to the woman.  His upper lip curled slightly in a snarl, exposing his elongated canine.  "Call me what you will.  My secrets are mine..." He eyed her up and down, "...as are yours."<br/><br/>He took a gulp of the mead, some of it spilling down his beard.  "And no, I would not have shared my table with you if you were a witch.  I would have ripped your head from your shoulders and tossed it into the fire."<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fpin.it%2Ftikuz4wh5ahiu2&amp;hash=9e4f89da3c2b68f2931465f2b292062f" href="https://pin.it/tikuz4wh5ahiu2" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">https://pin.it/tikuz4wh5ahiu2</a>