As Sweet as Honey

I R I S Her subtle inquiry about the rest of the continent's leadership was ignored in place of some self-praise from the governor. She chose to show no outward reaction to the statement, merely to wonder if it meant there was an ulterior motive lurking beneath his jovial demeanor. There was nothing Iris could think of that reflected Torchline better than underhandedness and trickery served with a smile. That was the way she was raised, anyway. She hissed at Sunjata's (somewhat proud?) recollection of his injuries, her hand instinctively going up to her own face while she looked down the man's jawline. Iris was to remain forever oblivious to the appeal of the ring. On the other hand... Betting on these fights might prove profitable. "I should come watch you in the ring sometime. Should be quite a show if you give as good as you get." Her tone was subtly teasing while her eyes leisurely roamed across the fighter's skin for spots unmarked with injury. Thoughts of future profits faded as her current prize stood before her. Then she and her helper both watched as Sunjata shoved his hand into the hive without hesitation. When it awakened and gushed outwards Iris took a few steps back, even if the governor seemed to have its residents under a spell. Finally, she hummed, "Neat." She clapped her hands, rushing her miserable assistant along. "Off you go now." As grumpily as ever, he complied, drawing out a dull knife and starting to scrape the honey off of the gigantic hive. "What else have you got in your bag of tricks?," Iris asked Sunjata, visibly impressed, eyes wide with the possibilities. "Can you make seagulls shit on your enemies? Direct swarms of mosquitoes at annoying tourists?" A wide, childish grin spread across her face.