Phei didn't know why.
...Perhaps because the alternative — a being of her lethality performing cordiality — would have been infinitely more harrowing.
Consort's open antipathy was at least legible...
'At least veridical; in a world of Legacy smiles and Paradise pleasantries and men who clasps your hand while draughting the blueprint of your annihilation, there is something almost salubrious about a woman who wanted you dead and didn't dissemble.'
Usually, Phei would opt to needle these beauties. To prod and find the precise frequency of irritation that made celestial-tier assassins make undignified facial expressions and provide him with entertainment at their expense.
'But this is Consort...'
