Megara leaned against the door frame of her living room, frowning deeply. Long blonde hair framed a face that could be considered beautiful, especially if the viewer enjoyed icy blue eyes that didn't take no for an answer. She was a stubborn woman, and because she was an heiress of substantial amounts of gold (not to mention distantly related to the King and Queen of Athens) she tended to get what she wanted-when she wanted it. Right now she wanted the men occupying her living room out.<br/><br/>"And just why, exactly, do you believe I will do as you want me to and use my magic in such a way?" The man she was addressing was distinctly unpleasant, and not one she wanted to outright cross if she could help it.<br/><br/>"You want your boy back, don't you...?" Marcellus approached her, reaching out with one grimy hand to stroke the underside of her chin-only to be stopped by a plant shooting out a vine and wrapping around his wrist. "Well, aren't you a touchy one... But you still won't get your son back if you don't do as you're told, little princess."<br/><br/>"My son is little more than a child. And them? What do you have over them?" Megara jerked her chin at the man and woman standing nearby.<br/><br/>"Ah... I believe you will find that is up to them to reveal." Marcellus leered at her lewdly, making her withdraw in disgust, lip curling with it. She'd always disliked the man, but this... this was just too much.