((Yeah, kinda missed the languages bit.  I didn't take into account regional languages.))<br/><br/>She smirks down at him, seeming to enjoy that he's hurting, enjoying more his fury.  "You do not, of course.  But to hurt a voe-- to hurt a foe, you would haff someone killed, no?  If that one was an officer, unknown to you..?"  She laughs softly atop the words, the sound maniacally sweet.  "To hurt<i>herrrrrr</i>?"<br/><br/>Twisting gently against him, she lets one strand of her colorless hair tickle his eye.  Her mouth hangs sligthly agape as she grinds over his hips and crotch, and she trails the blade down the corner of his throat.  "Do I have to cut you open to get the truth out, Roland?  You make deals with demons for revenge so bravely," the 'v' is softened to an 'f'.  Likewise, her face softens in mock sympathy, then like a stoked fire her silver eyes widen with rage and her voice becomes an acidic hiss, "so braaaavely, but now you can't face a black-skinned elf girl?"<br/><br/>She drives the blade down with her fist, the cold blade resting a half inch from his cheek.  A particle of flinted stone patters against his skin.  "I know the deal you have made, so speak it or I will write it in your<i>blood</i>!"