Her captive's expression changed. Not in a way that was overtly discernible, but enough to go from what Xalia could considered desperate to much more knowing. He had information, and as sure of himself as he was, she wanted it. And how he played around it! t was infuriating, and all the more desirable because of it.

"So you say, but you offer nothing past this bluff. You're in no position to order what condition I hold you in," she snapped. Her eyes slid to the doll. "Junedith." The girl pressed the blade in her hand against the man's neck, just enough to break the skin. Xalia looked back to the man. "Not that you could destroy her. Give me something of value, and she will get off." What a self entitled fool this man must have been, to think that he could make demands with the knife at his neck. "Now, are you going to speak, or play around more? My patience runs thin," she warned. This man was more trouble than he was worth; another pathetic attempt at freedom would cost him his head, and Junedith was ready to comply.