"You are making my mate uncomfortable," Ruto nudges the female away, the servant's face flushed with embarrassment and anger, but she doesn't argue with the dismissal. She looks at Juta with a glare, only for her face to turn chalk white with dread. A mortal, yet he looks even more coldly terrifying than their powerful guest right now.
The murderous gleam in his eyes as he slices a piece of meat from the neck of the roasted lamb sends a shudder through her.
She scurries away, but Juta's eyes still follow her, seeming almost disappointed that she had given up on Ruto too easily.
