Shackles clacked against each other and the sold anchor points they were attached to as Cutter Malgrave tried to see if he could make the "bad cop" flinch by thrusting his head in his direction in response to the question.
Zeph didn't even blink.
*sip*
"Squeak rat, or I can let my lovely kitten sharpen her claws on your throat bones. My patience is limited, and well you don't exactly have to be breathing without assistance for an administrator of my caliber to dig the answers out of your skull. Wouldn't even matter if it was the captain's parrot that helped burry those little nuggets of knowledge in there."
Hellina was finding it amusing to watch Zeph insinuate that Cutter Malgrave was just a little rat on a sinking pirate ship while subtly hinting at knowing that somewhere behind him feathers could be found if one looked hard enough. Seeing him mentally toy with Cutter was making her excited as well.
