The hunter was quick to tick off those indiscretions of that massive snake, those very points seemed to cause the woman to take pause. She had been so sure she could have saved that creature from a death-sentenced fate. Truthfully, she had been too late, weeks behind. Too late to save those harmed souls, too late to potentially curb that snake's sins. Yet, to admit that she was wrong wasn't exactly so simple. Cleopatra had been so sure she was doing the right thing and yet for the first time, he had interjected that very doubt so seamlessly. She could hardly refute that she felt that potent urge to protect that reptilian brute within their midst. She had the means and the ways. He was a snake after all. Her affinity so easily taking hold within the beast. How she had cared too deeply for those very creatures her affinity so affected. A strength just as much as it was her very weakness. That flicker of a frown danced upon her beautiful features, marring them for but a moment, only sensing that blatantly visible betrayal of her own doubt at that moment. The Egyptian queen swept clean her very face from every last trace of such a thing, that emotion fading into her enigmatic mask. Even if she was far too late to hide it from the astute hunter whose eyes had been upon her.
It was evident that the hunter was hardly focused merely upon the Egyptian queen's expression, his easily eyes so wandering to the luxurious curves of her alluring hourglass shaped bodice. Her very dress, however unfitting it was for that very environment still seeming to unbiasedly enhance those natural sensual swells of her body that seemed to ensnare the hunter's attention, if only for the barest of moments. How that body and the woman herself was like a poison, alluring and allowing her to weaken those lesser minds. A reminder that he was, in fact, a man, one that had fallen prey to one of her assets she had used countless times before. She placed her hand on her hip smoothly, her stance as casual showing no signs of backing down as she wielded control over those snakes within that filthy underground. His vibrant eyes so suddenly flickered back to her gaze, his comment pluck at her own commanding resolve. His interest soon focused upon the snake that appeared so entirely at ease and nothing like the painting of the monster he so portrayed.
"I cannot trust mere reports alone." The Egyptian fae refused to completely admit that she could be potentially so very wrong. And yet even she could not lie that the mention of those victims were concerning to her. Not only for the wellbeing of herself but for her people. She could not harbor a murderous creature within her home when her people's lives were at stake, no matter how much she desired to tame that very snake facing that encroaching death sentence. If only she had some time to deduce her own findings and yet the proof of the victims the creature had harmed should have been an answer enough. Yet there was something about this man's arrogance that seemed to strike her wrong, as though he rubbed her against the very grain, his blatant accusations tossed around indicating that she was wrong. She was rarely ever wrong, let alone so brazenly called out upon it. He hardly had no idea who he was speaking to. It was then that he accused her of being tiresome. How rude! The exotic fae supposed, she had drawn her dagger first with those accusations of the man being a coward and yet how she almost refused to see it.
Tiresome! Absurd. She had been called far worse than tiresome, her lips pulling into a twitch of a diminutive smile, amusement flickering within the depths of her darkened eyes all the same. How she could have said the same of her present company, the man nothing short of demanding and arrogance that even rivaled that of Ceasar himself. Now he was a difficult man, still, after all those centuries of life, he was by far the most. The man before her fast becoming a quick second. How that roman king had hated any question of his authority and yet he too had grown to trust her. The woman nothing short of cunning in her sway over men, with her intellect and beauty alone, unrivaled. "Oh hunter, you have no idea how tiring I can be." She articulated smoothly, and yet how obscure a comment that was, clinging to the barest hint of innuendo all the same. Her composure appearing near unflappable in comparison to that hint of irritation that so lingered within his own. It would appear this man had a temper, one bubbling so close to the surface, how easy it would have been to further coax to life and yet she hardly wished to make an enemy of the man. Wonderful, just what she needed a hotheaded hunter to tame along with this snake that so seemed to tug upon that gentle connection she pressed upon him.
His words seem to test the strength of her own firmly placed faÃ§ade, those very words seem to attack the cultured woman's values. She loathes the way he tries to lecture her, wondering how long it had been since anyone had dared to try. The man was impossible! She raised her free hand to seemingly bat away those very words in a near idle manner. "Of course not, I am no monster. I would hardly wish to allow a murderous beast to come close so my own to harm them.. or these hypothetical children you speak of." Figments. And yet those victims the snake had harmed were not. Her gaze that harboured the very ancient knowledge that time could provide traveled toward that massive snake. The softness in his eyes seemed to wane as if he fought for control and yet obediently lowered his imposing head, obeying that seductive sway of her affinity. His nose gently bumped into the smooth surface of that hand that rose to meet him. "You truly think he cannot be saved?" Her voice lowered, that consideration of his words evident and yet he had appeared so strikingly and yet deceivingly tame in those moments.
Cleopatra allowed her hand to softly caress those unique shiny smooth scales of his head. Did he not deserve a chance? Her very words seemed insistent on that notion. Even though the act alone was perhaps a dangerous one, she still questions the hunter then, wondering just what kind of man he was? Was he the man that simply killed for the sake of killing? How that bloodlust was unsurprisingly known to hunter's in his very position. How easy it was to become blind sighted. That assessment wasn't yet out and somehow it seemed to be one he was losing. His admittance, despite his agitation, seems to confound her. The blond hunter did not appear to be speaking of a lie and yet, she narrows that very gaze upon him all the same, perhaps curiously so.
She had entirely turned her body to face him then with the were-snake at her back, fulling trusting of the beast under her sway. The man's features taking on concrete expression that barely lifted, the man nothing short of stern even as she attempted to ensnare his attention toward her body. That observation may have strayed for but a moment and yet hardly lingered as she was met with that verbal challenge, her fingers stop toying with that exposed flesh to raise back to collarbone almost contemplatively. The snake's attacks hardly seemed purely instinctual. Even were's seemed to take on much of the same qualities of their bestial side, this snake apparently equally driven by his human deficiencies. It was a pity.
Truly that such a beast could be rendered useless because of the weakness of man. She absolutely was aware of the fact that he was a were. "Of course and yet how prone they are to those instincts. But if the man is as corrupt as you say..." Her voice trailed off, suspended in place as his gaze caught sight of the small snake she had ordered as an insurance plan by his feet. He was far more astute than she was anticipating, her own error that she needed to remedy immediately if only to keep her snake free from that blade that lingered almost threateningly close. Cleopatra strode toward him without thought, uncaring she drew closer to the man with that ominous weapon that dug within the ground. Her gaze followed that blade, wary of it and yet standing within striking distance. Her breath caught in her throat as he deftly rolled the snake onto the smooth surface of that very lustrous deadly blade.
How she cared for those snakes that were hers... She seemed fixated upon the well-being of her snake that was suddenly at the hunter's mercy, her powering keeping the reptile still. If only for concern for its welfare if it should have reacted poorly. "Don't harm her, I implore you. She was nothing more than an insurance plan to ensure my own safety should you decide to wield your weapon against me. I could not have taken a chance.. Her rapid-acting venom is lethal, but perhaps not to a dark hunter... enough of it would render you unable to move for enough time.. so that I could escape." Her accented words are deceptively calm and yet.... She could not hide that potent concern for one of her pets. She was not the only snake that lingered, she had several more concealed upon her, wrapped around her like accessories and yet she cared for them all.
In but a flash of a moment, the blond hunter easily recalled his blade, his dismissive words callously executed. She moved to where her snake was, dropping down to offer her hand to the ebony snake who darted to and up her waiting hand, wrapping around her wrist fastened like a bracelet, her eyes never leaving him, even in that compromising position. Relief overtook the woman who had accidentally allowed her hold to slip upon the monster, an easy mistake and yet just enough. The hunter retreated toward the entrance of that damp sewer, the sooner she left this disgusting place, the better it was. Her gaze still followed him as he so suddenly casually lean against the wall by that entrance way. She drew upward to stand, graceful in those very moments as she does. "Very well. Leave, if that is what you wish..." That monstrous snake suddenly plunged into the darkest depths of that cave, retreating only to plan its next attack. It dove into the cool depths of the water, its serpentine body entirely submerged, blanketing itself in obscurity. Apparently, she didn't have this and as if to punctuate that very grave mistake the snake shot out of the water with murderous intent to its next intended victim.