Location: Servants' Quarters - The Palace
Lyra's green/blue eyes widened and a light astonished laugh escaped her lips before she could contain it. Had she heard him correctly? He asked her for relationship advice? She had been asked many things over the years, but this was the first time she had ever been asked for advice on this subject matter of all things. After all, though she could dress and hold herself on par with the noble women, her femininity was overshadowed by her skills with weaponry and her at times sharp tongue. Needless to say, romance was the last thing people ever expected her to have any true advice on, and maybe they were right.
She gave Myrus an awkward half-smile. "Well, I cannot proclaim to be proficient in the area of romance and relationships," she explained, her smile soon slipping from her face. "You could say I haven't had much luck in that area. In my experience, most guys end up being too intimidated by me or simply flirt with me in order to try to get into my bed. Either way it's their loss. But, nevertheless, I will try to give you sound advice."
Her pale blonde brows furrowed as she contemplated the question at hand. This was a delicate situation, and as such she did not wish to just blurt out whatever popped into her mind without first thinking it through. Besides, it wasn't lost on her that what she would want isn't necessarily what every girl would want. She glanced up at Myrus when he added some context to his "hypothetical" situation. Her lips parted as a breath left them at his words, and she shook her head slightly with a hint of sympathy in her eyes. "For starters, you deserve better than to be called such hateful things. Granted, she may have just said that in the heat of the moment and didn't truly mean what she said. Nonetheless, a relationship should be built on mutual respect," she stated earnestly.
Lyra bent down slightly to get into his line of sight before he finally looked at her. "Have you tried talking to her?" she continued. "Girls like words, Myrus, words that are spoken from the heart. Flirting is overrated, but being genuine never goes out of style." She gave him a small reassuring smile as she still clutched the book that he had entrusted her to give to this girl Mavis. She felt the gravity and delicacy of the situation. She knew that this girl he was talking about "hypothetically" was actually Mavis, and that this book was the way he hoped to win her back. It was a sweet gesture indeed, but he would need more than gifts to fix a broken relationship. Her lips thinned as she glanced down at the book in her arms and then back up at Myrus. She let out a small sigh. This was certainly complicated.
Location: Port Witch Coven House
Malekith seemed entirely unfazed by the onslaught brought about by their "guest," the old grotesquely fat man Sigmund. His head tilted to the side slightly, and his dark brows furrowed as a look of seeming confusion crossed his features. Yet, if one looked close enough, they would notice that his eyes didn't match up with the rest of his expression but were instead devoid of any emotion. "Wrongs? You must be more specific, good sir," he inquired, his words dripping with innocence that he didn't have and flattery that he didn't feel.
His brows rose as the fat old man continued on with his tirade despite Malekith's attempt to otherwise dissuade him. He wasn't exactly sure himself why he even bothered playing this cat and mouse game with the obnoxious man. At a glance, it didn't seem like Sigmund had much to offer other than perhaps the fleeting pleasure of watching him die from a heart attack. Perhaps sometimes it was just a habit of Malekith's to try to deceive everyone he laid his eyes on, and sometimes he did find pleasure in simply playing the game even if the prize was minute.
Malekith contained any outward display of his satisfaction at seeing the old man painfully bash his hand into the door. His eyes darkened the slightest bit as he thought about how much more pain he could inflict upon the man, but unfortunately, the man was too fat and would only break his torture table. Such a shame. He arched a bit of a brow in reaction to Sigmund's name calling. Whores? Well, yes, they are. But me, a man-woman? he thought, glancing down at himself and then back up at the old man. I mean have you seen me? Clearly not.
He let his hand fall back down to his side as Fleur stepped forward to address the obnoxious man. He glanced back over at Nera who remained at the top of the stairs. He gave her a wicked smirk before returning his attention to Fleur as his Witch Mother finished up. He didn't really care what she had said to Sigmund, as long as it kept the old man at bay until Malekith could think of a more fitting fate for him.
"Indeed we do, m'lady," he responded as a charming smile came to his features. He bowed slightly and then stepped to the side to allow Fleur to pass and go up the stairs first. You know, as any gentleman would do.