Confrontation. (7)

"Well then," Xytrallia said while her tone was light but laced with authority, "since you've already asked your question, I suppose it's my turn now." She smiled with a sharp, dangerous smile that carried both elegance and menace. "You see, I pride myself on being fair. One question for one question."

She tilted her head slightly, her long, dark hair cascading over one shoulder as her glowing green eyes narrowed. "So... go ahead," she said with a teasing lilt, her voice soft yet commanding. "Ask me your next question, Rex. I'll allow it."

The proximity and intensity of her gaze made Rex's muscles tighten instinctively. For a moment, he debated what he could ask her or what he should ask her. This wasn't a casual conversation; every word exchanged here had weight, and every question was a gamble.