If I Were to Fight Emrys, Huh...
Selaphiel gave Lugh a long, unreadable look—one filled with veiled meaning. There was a subtle gleam in her eye, as if she were trying to discreetly measure him. Or perhaps, more precisely, gauging his measure of her.
These humans...
They thought themselves clever. Always trying to probe without asking directly. Very well, she'd play along. She would reward his wit with an answer.
An honest one, even.
Honest?
Was that his plan all along?
She blinked, momentarily thrown off.
Everyone glanced at the silent Selaphiel. She was confusing herself. Best not to think too much about it.
She spoke.
"Well... there would be no honor in such a fight,"
She said at last, voice smooth but edged with something wry.
"Not that I'm known to be particularly honorable, mind you."
"No honor?"
Lugh repeated. She hadn't answered his question, but he chose to be patient.
"Yes, no honor,"
She responded.
