Her ears flicking back, Kyn was able to see him out of the corner of her eye.  A low growl coming from her as he touched her. She did listen thugh, a feeling of dread creeping nto her heart as he spoke.<br/><br/>When Silven was done, Kynrind craned her neck. "You do not offer much of a choice. You want one of us to get a powerful demon in the Netherstorm? There's no fucking way one person can do that. I'd be killed, my sister would definately be killed. Unless I get a group with me, it's not going to happen and I don't think you'd want me to get a group." She said in a low harsh voice.<br/><br/>It was obvious she didn't like him. The hatred of him radiated from her bound form.