Allegra watched Flint's little show. She wasn't interested - she could smell the delicious blood of a healer from a mile away. Plus, leaving a conversation with a group of friends to commit suicide didn't make sense. She knew he would be okay, but Rhiannon's hysterics made her want to burst out into laughter. However, it was better to wait for Flint to work his magic. She couldn't ruin the climax for him. Allegra turned to Adruin, shaking her head, [b]"You're not being rude. I'd say dying in the middle of a conversation is ruder."[/b] She chuckled and gestured to Flint's mangled body on the ground. [b]"I can't believe you're the son of Raphael. My clan has spent centuries tracking down angels and the like. I probably come from eviller blood than you do."[/b] she grimaced and looked down at her feet.