For a moment Aeron was speechless. He'd never met anyone who was so excited to be coerced into indentured servitude. If only everyone thought that way. Then his life would be a thousand times easier. She stood up and hugged him tightly, and Aeron could feel her body through his cloak. He smiled slyly to himself and wondered about the many uses of such an attractive new servant. He shrugged her off when the boy decided to take his stand.
"You don't have any choice if you want to see summer," Aeron said, stepping forward. The boy was younger than he was, and Aeron -slight though he was- imagined that he'd be able to crush the little bastard's head against the nearest wall. He'd hate to traumatize the girl and lose the boy's labor, but he wouldn't lose much sleep over it. "I'm sorry, were you under the impression that I wanted to hear your family history? Perhaps if you hadn't decided to be a pillar of morality you wouldn't be in this situation eh?" Aeron took another step forward, pressing his chest against the boy's. He looked dead into his eyes, letting him gaze into the void. There were no feelings behind the icy irises: no remorse, no guilt, no regret. Just distance.
"If you think of touching me I'll make sure the year is out before you die," Aeron said, reaching out and grabbing the boy by the shirt. He pushed him backwards into one of the house's walls. "And if you think you're in any position to make demands I'll have your skin stripped and feed it to you raw." Aeron was screaming now, face red with rage and eyes wide. "You're not worthless, but we'll have to work on that temper won't we lad?" Aeron released his grip on the boy's shirt and turned back to the girl.
"I'm sorry my dear. I'm glad I could help you achieve your dream," Aeron lied, taking her hand and kissing it. "Now, let's have some introductions. Aeron Darkhair at your service."
"You don't have any choice if you want to see summer," Aeron said, stepping forward. The boy was younger than he was, and Aeron -slight though he was- imagined that he'd be able to crush the little bastard's head against the nearest wall. He'd hate to traumatize the girl and lose the boy's labor, but he wouldn't lose much sleep over it. "I'm sorry, were you under the impression that I wanted to hear your family history? Perhaps if you hadn't decided to be a pillar of morality you wouldn't be in this situation eh?" Aeron took another step forward, pressing his chest against the boy's. He looked dead into his eyes, letting him gaze into the void. There were no feelings behind the icy irises: no remorse, no guilt, no regret. Just distance.
"If you think of touching me I'll make sure the year is out before you die," Aeron said, reaching out and grabbing the boy by the shirt. He pushed him backwards into one of the house's walls. "And if you think you're in any position to make demands I'll have your skin stripped and feed it to you raw." Aeron was screaming now, face red with rage and eyes wide. "You're not worthless, but we'll have to work on that temper won't we lad?" Aeron released his grip on the boy's shirt and turned back to the girl.
"I'm sorry my dear. I'm glad I could help you achieve your dream," Aeron lied, taking her hand and kissing it. "Now, let's have some introductions. Aeron Darkhair at your service."