Her tone was sharp, impatient.. but behind it, her face was pale with pain, her body trembling.
He sighed again. "You really didn't change? Seeing any lady with less clothes and.. Evil faces in your head" he murmured quietly, almost to himself.
Her eyes flashed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," he said, crouching down beside her, "even when you're about to die, you still talk too much."
She glared, though her lips curved faintly perhaps out of habit, or maybe defiance. "And you still like to run your mouth when you should be doing something useful."
He met her gaze, crimson eyes locking with hers blue and red reflecting in each other. For a moment, the tension, the pain, even the scent of blood seemed to fade.
"Fine," Razeal murmured, nodding slightly before glancing down at Maria. His crimson eyes softened for a moment though the subtle glow within them made the gesture look more unsettling than comforting.
