Beelathorn scoffed at that, not bothering to meet her gaze.
"And what makes you think I'd tell you that?" he asked. "I'm a founding member, remember."
The shadow woman flashed a rose-lipped smile at him. "You were so much cuter as a confused bug in that dirty little cell," she mused. "Oh, what happened to my sweet baby boy?"
Beelathorn struggled to see what angle she was trying to play at. Usually, daggers hid in the shadows of pleasantries, yet this woman seemed to be trying her best to anger him.
Perhaps that was what she wanted, for him to act out?
Were they trying to start something? Had he unknowingly gotten himself caught up in some sort of faction war?
Unfortunately, there wasn't enough information on the table to make any assumptions, and so he had to tug at her bait a little.
