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Clay's eyes were affixed to the witch. Her sudden unexpected display of strength and power along with the authoritative confidence in which she gave demands, made Clay nervous and wary. 
He hated been told what to do, the primal animal within wanted nothing more than to simply disobey for the sake of it. 
Rationalisation managed to hold those instincts at bay, temporarily.

Tic broke him from his internal conflict.
Clay smiled a devilish grin as he relaxed and refocused.
[i]"Outside!? You would just fly away, NO, we are going downstairs."[/i]
Clay casually passes Ayeka sitting on the large stairway as he heads toward the basement.[@Alisdragon911] [i]"Watch the bar for me would ya doll? Shouldn't be long.[/i]"

Clay cracks his knuckles and stretches his neck as he heads downstairs.