Serafimas brows creased slightly.<span style="color: #FF4040">"Naive." </span>a dry comment.<span style="color: #FF4040">"Not wrong, but naive!"</span>she did not bother explaining further. If that Dragon grew up he might notice that he was being exploited from the start to finish.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Drow are too cunning a nature to do something selflessly. He just had no power to use you to your fullest." </span>she shook her head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"What happens with you?" </span>the Norva echoed, slightly cryptically.<span style="color: #FF4040">"That depends on you yourself. So far you almost managed to get bleeded out...as far as I remember...."</span><br/>Her voice trailed off, but then her eyes pierced his once again.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040"><span style="font-style: italic">"Do you want to survive?" </span></span><br/>she asked with a tint of mirth in her voice.<br/><br/>Glancing at the young male bound in the corner, she was not surprised to find his will almost broken, and his body battered. She had left him unharmed last time - much to her own demise. Moreover, in the end he had dragged her into a situation that she had wanted to avoid for a hundred of years. Attention. Attention from eyes she'd rather avoid!<br/>She was in control of his life... but she rather be in control of her own!