[She can't resist getting in his face again, wound tight like a rusted spring forced into position. He wants to play games, even when he knows she can snap his neck clean off--
Well. He did help her. He isn't spouting Scourge rhetoric yet. He's either incredibly crafty, or the Lich King no longer holds him.
Her eyes flick to the door.]
If you are lying to me--
[Her eyes drop, threatening him with a steely stare before she exhales through her nose and gives him space.]
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Well. He did help her. He isn't spouting Scourge rhetoric yet. He's either incredibly crafty, or the Lich King no longer holds him.
Her eyes flick to the door.]
If you are lying to me--
[Her eyes drop, threatening him with a steely stare before she exhales through her nose and gives him space.]
Lead, then.