<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Her eyes following his own as he picked up the mug was not conducive to him trusting her. If the mug was really as safe as she intended it to be, then she wouldn't have worried so much about him enjoying the drink. So as such, he decided to keep his cider untouched, and he felt his body freeze up as she not only reminded him of what she knew, but one of the questions that still remained in his mind after all this time. He nodded his head and leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms while he waited for any response or semblance of knowledge from the whispers. But they gave him nothing, and thus he had to rely on the words coming from this woman. He had a feeling that he was doomed.<br/><br/>"I am confused, I was back in my world, hunting for sport when I had arrived here. Who brought me here? Do you know that?" he asked, watching her drain his own mug and began to drink the liquid that he assumed to be poisoned or questionable at the very best. He had a desire to try out the drink, but he still couldn't trust her. Any weakness could end up in death.<br/><br/>"None of this is my own will," Hazeel replied with a snarl, frustration mounting in his voice. He just wanted to be home, back with his hunting and his normal life with his normal wife. Her final words made his heart skip a beat. Surely the prime enemy that the whispers were talking about couldn't be an ally? How much did he say? How much did he keep to himself?<br/><br/>"I have these whispers... in my mind... commanding me to do these things." Hazeel passed a glance towards the door, as if the whispers were going to sneak up behind him in a physical form. "They eliminated Irelia's power and allowed me to rape her, with the promise of something I want..." He couldn't give it all away. Surely anyone could promise him what he really wanted if he confirmed it as someone he would do anything for. Remaining vague was his best option... for now. While he waited for her answer, he did shoot glances to Azalea's cleavage, finding his cock starting to throb back to life underneath his pants as he tried to keep his focus. Why now?</span>