Kire couldn’t quite understand the strange waves of emotion on his face. Like he wasn’t quite sure whether he hated her or not. [i]There’s a story here.[/i] “What did they do to you?” Kire murmured under her breath, not so much speaking to him as trying to see through him. When he demanded that she untie him, she snorted. A few minutes ago, maybe she would’ve done so with less hesitation, but this man was a much more erratic version of the person who had only an hour ago coolly taunted her from the temple roof. The cinnamon smell of his magic tickled her nose. In any case, she sure as all hells wasn’t going to touch him or get too close. 

“I’ll do your feet first.” Hopefully she wasn’t going to regret this. “And don’t you move a muscle or I’ll cut off your feet.” With care, she used her sword to cut the bindings around his ankles. “Before I unbind your hands, tell me what in the seven rings of hell are you so afraid of? You seemed to know me. I am definitely sure I have seen neither hide nor hair of you before today.”