[Koltira is fond of two things: not sleeping and wandering around. He can't help grinning, just slightly, when he spots Arthas skulking about in the shadows. Even with the hood and Frostmourne in its sheath, there's no mistaking the man who would become the Lich King. Koltira is just too familiar with him.]
[Koltira circles around him, slowly, ever so slowly.]
Tastes wonderful on your tongue, I'm sure. [pause; his tone is falsely bewildered.] Though I wonder why you would stray so far from that demon-woman's bosom to get it?
Well now. Out for a jog?
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When he looks up, he appears casually surprised, a faint grin appearing on his face. If Deathweaver was going to be a smartass...]
Fresh air.
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Tastes wonderful on your tongue, I'm sure. [pause; his tone is falsely bewildered.] Though I wonder why you would stray so far from that demon-woman's bosom to get it?
Oh.
That's right.
There's another woman, now.
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That's quite the implication, Deathweaver.
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[The reply is cold, but not angry. Koltira's not allowed to have fun.]
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[but this is toooo good.]
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What a productive use of your time.
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[AKA: No.]
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[The runes along Frostmourne slowly begin to ignite.]
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