Vilkas ➵ Death Vilkas Warning: Just wanted to have fun with some dialogue.
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"You have lots of friends," I commented, slowly swirling the wine in my glass. I gazed around the table, everyone engaging in their own warm conversations.
Vilkas left his glass untouched on the table, "And even more enemies." His voice was hard, his tone neutral.
I smirked, "Oh come on, you think I'd stoop as low to poison your drink?"
"I don't think you'd have to stoop," he sneered.
I laughed, a menacing, humorless sound, "Poison is a cowards method of murder. When I kill you, it will be much more personal."
"You sound pretty sure of yourself."
I put down my glass without drinking it, "As long as you don't kill me first, you're as dead as the day is long." I reached across and let my fingers curl around his cup, lifting it to my lips and sipping, eyes locked on the mans. I set it down, letting my tongue trail over my lower lip, "If I wasn't your enemy, would you have feelings for me?"
