The Lady went quiet, no doubt appalled by the creature's manner and words. Elliot watched the demon's attention and those lips curled in slow, sugary smile once more. She did so like to look upon the boy. She had to admit that she had been surprised when he merely spoke instead of launching to his feet to act against her. She suspected that he was nearly vibrating with the want of violence, though. Her words had been aimed to cut deeply, as they always were.
What's this? The boy-Knight was offering her a deal? Seeking to entrap her in this ridiculous notion of civility, no doubt. For a moment, she went inward and tested the bond that was shared between she and the whelp. It was deep. Unfathomable. As closely tied as if she had birthed the girl herself, and in a way, she had. She had delivered the girl from the maw of death and remade her into something new. Rogue-Elliot might have been able to sway her from the creature's way, if he deigned to throw her a scrap of attention and affection every now and then. Knight-Elliot, though, she very much doubted would be able to convince her. Whenever he put on his Good and Honorable face, Whelp tended to liken him to a donkey's hindquarters and wish him harm. Just a little harm.
It crossed arms across her chest and peered at the ceiling for a moment as she considered the deal that lay before her. "Not good enough, boy. The girl chafes at the idea of wearing her colors and being caged so completely," she admitted, tongue darting across her lips in effort to try to distract him. "And a week with you stomping around and telling me so very earnestly that you will save me from myself sounds exhausting. Your Lady must promise to return you to yourself. Wholly. The knave, the rogue. If you can not promise that, well," she shrugged and trailed off before her features lit with dark glee. "Then you will belong to me for two months. To do with as I will." The look that she gave him was positively twisted. "Perhaps I will be able to convince you to my way of thinking, hm?"