Ilya watched the expression on the human's face carefully, knowing full well that she'd already won, that he'd crumble and tell her everything about himself, lick the stardust off her boots if necessary. She would let him, for a time. 

Then, she would kill him. She hated cowards and grovelers, people who kept their heads down and took their beatings, went only where they were permitted and spoke only when spoken to. Her mother had been one of those types, and that had left her and little Ilya at the bottom of the food chain when they could have been rolling in luxury at the top. Grovelers were the scum of the earth, and Ilya, considering herself a rather altruistic person, cleaned out the scum whenever she could. She inched the blade away from his neck, luring her prey into a momentary false sense of security before striking the killing blow. When the human began to rise from his knees, however, she paused, eyes narrowed. The fear had melted from his eyes, replaced by cold, hard, indignation. He never wavered, and his eyes, so full of what she now recognized as utter hatred, never left hers. An uncomfortable feeling stirred in her chest, and she felt the urge to put her sword away, leave the bridge and have Jazz shoot the creature instead.

"I am an ambassador, the son of an influential Association family and exceedingly well-educated. However, it appears you are more interested in making a joke of me than doing any actual negotiation, so I will make it quick. You may kill this "soft human boy" if you wish, because I'd rather be dead than continue to partake in your little game!" He opened his arms as if to invite her sword and stared her down. Ilya felt one of her eyebrows rise impossibly high and her lips part in shock at the sight of the frail little creature before her defy all her expectations. [i]He's a human, Ilya, you should know better than to expect anything from them[/i] a voice in her mind, possibly Elizabeth's, chided, [i]They're a virus, a cancer, a cockroach, impossible to eradicate. They destroy what they touch like they've destroyed their home planet, and yet they live on, growing, changing, thriving[/i]. Ilya swallowed, and her sword arm dropped an inch as she grasped for words. 

Renfred's voice broke the tense silence that had settle over the empty bridge. "H-His family is really rich, if that makes any difference," he said, and the human's eyes flickered away for a moment. It was as if a dam had been removed from the stream of her consciousness; suddenly, all of her words came rushing back to her, her mind flying full speed ahead. [i]Take him for ransom. Sell him if no one wants him back. Purebreds fetch a high price anywhere[/i]. She lifted her sword to the level of his neck, and her customary grin settle back onto her face, although she smiled little thinner, hiding her sharp teeth.

"Is that so, human boy?" she caught his eyes again, then laughed and sheathed her sword with a dramatic gesture, "You'll have to tell me all about it on deck. Please," she gestured widely towards the door through with Renfred had left moments ago, and stepped aside with a sweeping bow. Her face darkened for a moment when the movement jarred her left leg, but she quickly continued, "The [i]Queen's Glory[/i] awaits."