Interestingly enough, this apparent elven king still wasn't reacting much to her fit, even with her having grabbed his neck. He looked decidedly unimpressed, even irritated, but despite the display, not intimidated in the slightest. It could've had something to do with him not actually being there, but he'd been ever so convincing so far... was this actually in line with how Mallia's friend acted in reality? Because the way she was reacting, looking between the two, yes seemed like a likely answer.
"What part," he said, speaking loudly, clearly, his smile having slowly disappeared, "Of WE HAVE NO CHILDREN...." He narrowed his eyes, "Do you not understand?"
He didn't take his eyes off of her, letting her keep trying to intimidate him. She could try squeezing his neck all she wanted; it was oddly solid, though it moved under her fingers as though her touch were feather-light, muscle responding as it ought when he spoke and everything.
Mallia, meanwhile, seemed a little exasperated. She gestured, and the table and the mess that was once their feast disappeared in a puff of darkness that dissipated too fast for it to have been solid matter, or even soot on the air, despite its appearance. "You weren't hurt, were you?" She looked between the owl and pink furball and Harry, seemingly similarly unconcerned with what was now going on directly behind her, looking instead to check on them. Did she even understand the scene? Was she unaware of what could happen? Or did she know something she wasn't making clear?
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"What part," he said, speaking loudly, clearly, his smile having slowly disappeared, "Of WE HAVE NO CHILDREN...." He narrowed his eyes, "Do you not understand?"
He didn't take his eyes off of her, letting her keep trying to intimidate him. She could try squeezing his neck all she wanted; it was oddly solid, though it moved under her fingers as though her touch were feather-light, muscle responding as it ought when he spoke and everything.
Mallia, meanwhile, seemed a little exasperated. She gestured, and the table and the mess that was once their feast disappeared in a puff of darkness that dissipated too fast for it to have been solid matter, or even soot on the air, despite its appearance. "You weren't hurt, were you?" She looked between the owl and pink furball and Harry, seemingly similarly unconcerned with what was now going on directly behind her, looking instead to check on them. Did she even understand the scene? Was she unaware of what could happen? Or did she know something she wasn't making clear?