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Impertinent wench. He kept his face impassive, though he wanted to arch a brow at her audacity. She dared sass him?
...
He liked sass.
"Miko," he intoned, "hold your tongue."
Her face scrunched up in agitation at his completely un-inflammatory remark. "Hold my tongue? I just want to know if you're going to kill me or not! Is that to much to ask?"
She sounded completely absurd, and he resisted the urge to smirk. He had ruffled her feathers easily. "This one does not aim to kill you."
"Or take me hostage?"
"...Hnn."
"Then what do you want?"
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