Elias wasn't picky, he tended to like most people he ran into, but when they went out of their way to contradict his words and beliefs, he couldn't help but feel a little put off. It was as though she was treating him like a child, small and naive, someone who didn't know any better. He would never turn down guidance or advice, but this wasn't the same. And Elias concluded that he didn't like this, not one bit.
Hervok. That was Nineva's last name....were they somehow related? He stored the information away for later, he would ask and see what Nin had to say, but for now he acted as though the name didn't ring a bell.
At first she didn't seem bothered by his rejection, then her eyes got all glassy and she whined. A low blow if he'd ever received one. He took a step back, then another as his ears flicked back against his skull, his tail between his legs. He didn't like saying no, it was such a sad word, ladened with guilt but he knew he couldn't give her what she wanted. Nor did he really want to, if he was being entirely honest. If he had his own way he'd be back by Nineva's side, not here in the dark with a woman who only wanted to take and give nothing in return. He'd had enough of that, first Ravenna now this lady? No more, Elias would put his foot down.
"I don't think you're being very fair, Ma'am. He told her, his voice a little firmer, louder. "Making me feel bad won't help you get what you want, it's just rude. For such an experienced woman, you should know better. If not, stop calling me child...Please."