Lost Potential

SAFRIN The goddess raised a brow, the implication of his words certainly not lost on her. Looking down at her fingers, Safrin flexed them before dexterously fanning them out from her palm again. "Bastien .. did you really come here, during this week of all weeks, and imply that not only were you the cause of my troubles, but that sex with you would someone serve as some sort of panacea?" Her voice was calm, but deep. An ocean of gravity ready to crush him. Her patience was eternal, but even Bastien was testing it. "Did you think I did not approve because you asked me what I thought? Or did you simply grow bored, pulled in by the allure of something shinier?" As she said this, her eyes flicked to the mark on his neck. "Of all the things I might disapprove of, being marked by that impostor is certainly at the top of the list." She said, her voice still ringing with that deadly stillness.