Delah's eyes were like darkened stone as she flashed a stare towards Ianto. The merchant was untouchable for all intents and purposes, and yet for the fae's hardened exterior she had grown rather fond of him. Perhaps that was why her gaze turned solely to Adam, laying the blame and audacity of ignorance at his feet, rather than the fox's.
Barking something to her guards in a language that to Adam would sound almost like whispers and nails tearing bark, she crossed her arms. "A sexy time?" She echoed, hostility lacing her words. "Your preferences mean nothing. Take him to the pit."
Prodding the man with their spears, the Fae would force him to walk forward, their spears biting into his shoes and the back of his legs should he try to dawdle.
Barking something to her guards in a language that to Adam would sound almost like whispers and nails tearing bark, she crossed her arms. "A sexy time?" She echoed, hostility lacing her words. "Your preferences mean nothing. Take him to the pit."
Prodding the man with their spears, the Fae would force him to walk forward, their spears biting into his shoes and the back of his legs should he try to dawdle.
