[ He doesn't answer the first question--even if it's not rhetoric, there's no need for him to comment. The Darkling's face twitches, the barest hint of an upturned smile, smirk there for only a flicker of a moment. He finds Alina amusing. He finds her smart. He's proud of her, in an odd way. ]
Name your terms.
[ There's a fire in her, one he thought had been extinguished, the same one that rippled through her when she brought a knife to his hand, severing the piece of atnler embedded in his hand. It's on her face, plain as day, and the Darkling's gaze is surprisingly soft. ]
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Name your terms.
[ There's a fire in her, one he thought had been extinguished, the same one that rippled through her when she brought a knife to his hand, severing the piece of atnler embedded in his hand. It's on her face, plain as day, and the Darkling's gaze is surprisingly soft. ]