Shyrden arched an eyebrow and frowned at the man and his indicated chair. Playing games? What games? Her green gold eyes took on an uncanny glow in the dim light. “Cmon then” he had said, as if she were a dog to come running over obediently and sit next to him? Was that how the females of his race behaved? Then he would find out soon Lycauthian women may not be to his taste. Shyrden locked eyes with him and then slowly and deliberately poured what was left of the drink he had sent over out on the floor. She then sat it upended back on the table and broke her gaze from his, now intended to ignore him completely.