The sneer that curled across Agarian's angular features made her face more handsome than pretty at that exact moment. She let the woman finish her tirade, her bluster, and her threats. At the addressing of Darius' as "love" however, she outright laughed. "You talk far too much. So far, only talk. Only promises." Agarian clicked her tongue chastisingly at Darius, which earned a scowl.<br/><br/>"So quickly you trust a tight ass and a pretty face." Reaching down, she pushed one of the crystalline cups off of the serving tray with a finger and watched it shatter on the marbled floors. "You, dear girl, are a delicate little tool to be used and discarded. Much like the cup. Don't worry, a few will respect a collar. Everyone knows only women of the mountain can bear a brand." Pushing in front of the pair, she smiled sweetly back at both Darius and Gwen. "If I want to retaliate, you won't have the<em>chance</em>to scream in the middle of the night. Tempt me."<br/><br/>Throughout the back and forth conversation, Darius wasn't entirely sure which side he would have backed. He knew Agarian, the way she moved, and more importantly the way she killed. The woman never was one for open combat. Several of the women who had taken interest in him in the past had been poisoned, had their throats cut while sleeping, or simply vanished. "So, that happened." With a deep breath, Darius touched his lip where Gwen had bit him, and purposely waited for a few seconds to allow some time to put distance between the two.<br/><br/>"If you're a smart girl, you'll have a few more of those little bracelets on-hand. You may need them." Leveling his gaze at her, he made sure he had her attention. "You will not be addressing me as "Love", either. You have my first name, and you will use it, Sir, or Lord." The term of endearment assumed affections, and having only met Gwen a few hours previous, it made him uncomfortable to hear the word roll so readily across her lips.<br/><br/>"Am I understood?"