"No, your father attacked my squad... so I went for his throat." Elara replied in a sort of breezy, 'I don't care' manner. "And I did say that we should make the best of things... that is the best way of looking at Ava's decapitation." Elara replied, leading the way down the ramp, her boots crunching the layer of dust coating the earth at the bottom, giving her entourage a menacing scowl. The scowl was all they needed to understand to get back to work and filter away towards the large stone building not too far away, surrounded by a moat of glittering, black water.<br/><br/>She turned to view Cyne with a smirk, her arms still folded as she watched him view their surroundings and the filtering away vampires as well as their blood-slaves, some Fey servants, some Half-Fey. "Did you want me to drink down every last drop you have, Princeling? I can assure you, the burn a fire mage evokes is pleasant... your father's was when I licked it from my blade, despite him being an aged pepper." She murmured sauntering closer to him, her hips undulating side to side as she stopped close so he could hear her. "But I wouldn't offer yourself up so willingly to my people, if I were you... with our world's death like this... so many of my kind have lost the ability to restrain themselves from frenzy..." She ran a medium length, perfectly shaped fingernail down his cheek, her eyes studying his face carefully. "Your best hope here, is my protection, Prince Cyne..."