Damon found her imitation of his words quite amusing. He really had a knack for corrupting princesses. He could not help but think of Sylvia. Wasn't she also influenced by his devil-may-care attitude.
Never in a million years did he imagine the famed Abellona of Valtheron would say something like "nah I'd win."
Damon smiled. She was growing on him.
'Ahh I've gotten soft.' He was changing as a person.
He took a deep painful breath, the smell of blood heavy on his person.
"Now that we discussed our plans for the minions what about Ashcroft himself…"
He glanced at her with narrowed eyes.
"How can I be sure your mind would not get dominated."
She shook her head, spreading her wings, showing off their golden yellowish gleam in the cave lights.
"I am resistant to mind domination due to my destruction attribute. If he had a few hours or days to break me then I would be taken over. But in the heat of battle there is no worry."
Damon nodded his head slowly.
She glanced at him.
