"If you thought so, very well. If you please, why not do it yourself, my lady?"
The vector's eyelids tightened to a slit, "What do you mean by that?"
"It is as I said. If you wish to put an end to that young lady's life, then wouldn't it be best you do it with your own bare hands?"
"Agreed," James nodded.
Lady Tarte tilted her head a bit, "Is this an act of defiance from you?"
Those slitted eyes felt like piercing through their souls. Eric realized she began suspecting him. James quietly gulped, hoping that they're not compromised.
"Hmph. It is only our suggestion," Sir Eric closed his eyes, thinking of another way of changing her mind. "We dare not to fight you, for you have control over the Hatfa."