The man handed her the basket and picked up the flowers, and Aria smiled slightly, only to try to pull away slightly as he reached out and gripped her wrist. That was the moment she realized something was wrong. First she was distracted by his eyes. Not only was it his intense stare, but they looked like flames! And he was warmer than others. He wasnâ€™t human, that was certain. But what did that make him? Nothing she knew of, that much was certain.<br/><br/>It was then that what he was saying began to register in her mind. Her expression changed from frustration and being stopped, to shock at his touch, moved on to a small amount of sadness when she realized his words about being bad at acting the human was true, and landed on anger. They all flickered across her face and through her eyes until she became expressionless.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t know you. I owe you nothing. No answer, no assistance. What makes you think I canâ€™t get out of this? What makes you think I canâ€™t escape from this pathetic village knowing that I am not human?â€ Her voice was a whisper, a low hiss that expressed her discontent and was meant for him alone.<br/><br/>They were all bluffs, of course. If all of these humans attacked out of fear she would be done for. Their iron weapons would be brutal and without her wings and with her limited magic she would have little hope of escape. Not to mention she had very little option to even get out of this manâ€™s grasp. This weakness made her stomach roll and disgusted her. Things were so much more complicated now that she a Faerie Court exile.<br/><br/>â€œNow that you understand that I will not bend under force, letâ€™s see what bargaining power you have. You need a safe place, I have a safe place. What is in it for me?â€