Adira sat staring at the partially lit cell despite the quietness of the wolf within it. Sure she was able if she wished to make it where she could see him perfectly, but she wanted to see if he would come into the light. Her ears picked up the sound of what sounded like a loud pop, and she tilted her head a bit. Before being a little surprised by the man suddenly thrusting at the bars, causing her to flinch ever so slightly. Her eyes looking the once great king over slowly. Despite the years she had known he had spent down here. He was still rather muscled and toned, though perhaps if he were not in a cell, he would be more so. His eyes were fierce and screamed for dominance and respect, all the whole holding sorrow and anger. She honestly had no idea what he was talking about with the guards at first, though seeing the marks. It showed just how strong he was not to just give in. Not the mention the smell of fresh blood, with his actual scent  Perhaps he actually was something worth admiring.

Of course, then he had to start talking again. His words once more disrespectful, and Adira almost took no offense from it once more. However, when he called her spoiled Adira's eyes narrowed a hiss coming from her before she started to open her mouth. Only to close it has he continued, and spit blood on the ground. Adira didn't have time to calm herself before she was up, her vampiric speed kicking in, as she moved closer to cell then she knew she should be. Her hand reaching through the bars and slapping the wolf across the face, hard enough for it to echo. "Despite my breed or royal status, I am a lady! I will be respected as such. I have never use such words against your people despite their use on the tongues of my father, mother, and brothers. However, perhaps those words would work for you, the way you speak to me!" She yelled angrily at the man her tone becoming slightly squeaky has it almost did when she was truly enraged. 

Adira took a deep breath stepping back and calming herself, closing her eyes as her hands went slowly over her dress. A calming action she had found while dealing with her mothers teachings. "Now...."She said softly her tone still holding a trace of anger. "I have already told you why I came. Curiosity, I have no reason to lie to a man, in a cage, who truly has nothing I would want. Perhaps I simply wanted to see this supposedly great king who was able to actually wound my father." She said her hand making a small gesture as she talked before opening her eyes and looking at him frowning. "I am even trying to be a civil woman. But if you call me spoiled once more. I will find my sword which my mother has locked away, and grant you the first of those thousand deaths you would rather have than my touch. Wolf." She said, her tone serious and strong, truly sounding like her fathers daughter rather than her mothers.