Vanguard
"Your enthusiasm is noted, but who said you were to be the heir?" He answered to her poke politely, coldly, thought not exactly with hostile intent. And yet, why did her finger feel like it would freeze the moment it touched him?
However, his tone did mellow, and he nodded. "Very well, I suppose that will be up to you to determine, But there is one problem."
He stepped around the girl, as if observing her, but his glare and expression would never betray something such as interest. If one didn't know better, one would think he was pondering on the ways to punish such a body for its owner's insolence. Perhaps, for once, they may be right.
"I admire your sharp tongue and quick wits, and your feminine charms suit that well. When it comes to womanhood, you are something men would consider an ideal. But I have no need of a concubine, and you are more than that. Your little display was not ignored."
For a second, his eyes glowed while lighting cracked around their edges. HIs stance didn't quite change, or at least, it didn't seem to, and yet the way he stood right before her once more could only be described as a combative stance. Alas, she had simply gone too far, there was no way for her to refuse any further request at this point. The best way to avoiding quicksand was to avoid it in the first place, but she was already knee deep.
"Consider our little chat an initial screening. Now, it is time for an interview. May I have your name, miss?"
