Pretty Boy's grip was painfully tight, giving her nowhere to look but into his horrifyingly inhuman eyes as he layered threat upon growled threat, while Grendel lurked and breathed down her neck. She desperately wanted to call their collective bluff, dare them to do such a thing, but her instincts told her that his threats were anything but idle.<br/><br/>Luckily, it was his own words that offered her an out.<br/><br/>"Your Prince has called for me," she pointed out, "and none of that would get me there any faster." Her eyes narrowed to a glare. "You - all of you - see keeping me from her with your bullshit games-" her eyes flickered for a moment toward Steiner, "-and I'm pretty sure she won't like being kept waiting because your friend wants to get a perv on. So can we just go already?!"