Endless Inferno

"Oh, how clever of you, Ma'am Ruxandra."

The man begins tugging at his collar, stricken by both panic and horror. He skirts backward as if to flee, but the effects of the tea, or more like the poison in it, are already taking hold, and he stumbles over his feet. The man catches the back of the chair before his knees buckle, his eyes crazed and rounded. 

"W-What have you given me, woman?!" he managed to slur before his hands slipped and he collapsed to the floor – motionless.

They both look down at him with impassive expressions, holding no sympathy even with such a tragic fall. The two of them are already more than used to this kind of scenario, so it does nothing to faze them.