The confident grin on Siren's lips grew when Alice finally could no longer ignore the Lamia, it was so broad that it nearly split Myarlothe's face, and exposed those venom-bearing fangs of hers. The serpent clearly all too confident of her control of the situation.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"I have indulged in my share of foolishness, but I can happily assure you, Alice Alaigna, that I did notice the many dogs eager to lick your feet, and I did deduct the nature of your changing scent, and how you sting your prey, and yes, I did see how many ants here eagerly suckle on the honey you provide. But no, Alice, I could not have made this statement above, it's effect would have been lost."</span></span><br/><br/>Siren straightened herself as Alice approached, making sure to raise herself a little higher than the aurumilia who would be forced to look up at the snake's face while speaking. Wetting her fangs with her slithering split tongue, Myarlothe did not move away when Alice's fingers hovered near, the warmth radiating by those gold digits washing over her pale skin still gleaming from the watery curtain they passed through. Her venow yellow eyes showing no fear or hesitation as they met with Alice's rich violet orbs. The Lamia radiated confidence despite Alice's unyielding and fearsome interest.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"I have not made any claim on anything of yours <i>yet</i>, my sweet Alice. I provided an offer to a desperate little bee about things I <i>might</i> feel like doing. An even then, wouldn't you consider a verbal agreement while drugged a rather shaky claim of ownership? Hardly something that carries the weight of a name-oath. And lets not forget that respect is a two-way street, my dear. Ignoring and insulting a honored guest is a fairly big no-no when it comes to hospitality."</span></span>Venom slipped in Siren's tone near the end, betraying that while the lamia hadn't reacted to Alice's provocations, she hadn't appreciated them either.<br/><br/><span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"So really, Alice Alaigna, if I should be so frightened here in the lion's den, why would you get so livid about the mere notion of me taking that bee away from you. She's a nice treat, but hardly worth getting so excited about."</span></span>An amused, almost mocking smile graced the Lamia's lips, who spoke in such a sweet tone despite her words.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"But then, you're hiding here in a hole underground on a planet drifting at the edge of a void-hole. So I should expect you being <i>frightened</i> of losing what you hold dear. It's happened before, right Alice? All you held dear torn from you, forcing you to flee to the ends of the earth, and now you're so scared of losing things again that you lose your composure when someone you think no threat challenges you even a little. </span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Don't worry though, my dear sweet Alice..."</span></span>the Lamia whispered in the same sweet tone of voice despite the sinister nature of her words. Only loud enough for only Alice to hear.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"I won't take your precious den of sin from you... <i>yet</i>."</span></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>