<strong>Onyx</strong><br/><br/>Onyx leaned forward, holding her hand out to drop the small ball that used to be her fork onto the table. She noted the possessive look in the man's eye, and added another mark to his ballot. That and his inference that she was stupid and a rock head to book was like he was pushing all the buttons she had.<br/><br/>"Think about this.. idiot. She's coming with us yes? You get her too uptight to think in a fight.. it's your soft silky skin that will be sprouting arrows. Unless I'm lucky enough to be there to step between them and you. Ease up on your .. game, or you'll break her." She picked up another fork and resumed eating. "Break her, or act like you own her again.. and I'll show you what I can do. As for questions, what could a rock-head possibly know?"<br/><br/>She sipped her beer quietly, a slight reddish glow in her eyes hinting to the fury building.<br/><br/>"Ask what you will, though it might be prudent to enquire if the woman has an escape tunnel to use."