The Voodoo Queen of Greater Moscow

[Mikhail]

So Mik seriously didn't like the guy. Like not even a bit. Stood like he had a rod up his ass and glared around the room, all fire and brimstone. Oh yeah. Guy needed to be taken down a peg or three. There was scorn there and when he locked onto Mik's eyes, he had to force himself to not look away, not until the man broke the look by going to stand behind his chicky.

And you know what? That fucking pissed him off. All of it. Like seriously. Including, he admitted, his own reaction. Relax Mik. The guy's a pussy. He's afraid of you. You saw how he seemed to flinch at the fire. At Rowan's card tricks.

Chicky- no, I guess it's Valeriya now- was seated as if on a throne. Definitely arrogant, but smokin for alla that. Toothy smile that looked like she might enjoy ripping someone's throat out. Though he'd enjoy those nails at his throat. Or clawing his back.

And she called herself the Eye of something. The Kleenex maybe? Not like it mattered, of course. He had just been needling them by calling Rowan the Voodoo Queen. Hahahaha. And Rowan ate it up, hook, line and sinker.

Fortuna giggled at him. Bitch. Still, the game was afoot, what with Tobias and Asha holding hands and looking afraid or gobsmacked in the face.

So when Old Man River asked his question, Mik decided on a little fun. Flames danced across his fingertips, jumping from finger to finger whiles others bounced around the Oldilocks and his lady friend who was really far too young and hawt to be with a guy like him. He wasn't gonna burn em. Nah. Rowan wouldn't like that and he still was planning on getting into her pants tonight. Well her dress, anyway. Hahaha! Well certainly not wearing it! Whatever.

Anyway, he just wanted to see a flinch.

Innocently he answered, watching the flames on his fingers. "A few. Mostly people who needed dying." He met the man's eyes. "You know..." giving him an insolent smirk, eyebrow raised at the hint.