Izzy stared at him quizzically when Thurdge spoke to her in the language she had heard him use before, before he switched to English. She examined his face when he finished speaking. Was he toying with her? Trying to get her to let her guard down for an easier kill? At this point, Izzy would put nothing past, well, anyone, especially not someone who had already tried to kill her.
	“Oh?” she asked warily, maintaining her stance. She watched him for any sign he planned on advancing, for any twitch that indicated he was reaching for a weapon. “Then what is it you desire?”