Kasey watched Siena leave, and then turned his attention back to Marion. "You're doing a good job of hiding your emotions, enough that I almost didn't notice," he growled. "What's gotten into you? You seemed eager enough to buy her - that buying her was a better option than NOT buying her - when we were at the auction, what's changed?"<br/><br/>Kasey was still a little frustrated from the afternoon - between the arousal from the banshee's scream, to missing the auction he was actually there for, and of course the threat, which had settled itself suitably... "Can you at least TALK to me, for once?" He slammed his hand on the table, startling himself as much as it might startle Marion. "Talk, dammit. We're not leaving this table until we've aired some dirty laundry, and given it a chance to get clean."<br/><br/>Kasey mentally looked up at what he just said.<em>Did that make sense? I hope she understands it as I meant it...</em>