[ she briefly glances at him over her shoulder as they walk down ruined hallways, bathed in white by the huge pale moon floating over the abyss. for a moment, she says nothing in response, her heels simply clicking against stone floors, and it's the cryo mage floating next to her that speaks in that strange enochian language. a moment later, she chuckles. ]

You come into my domain uninvited, fight my heralds and lose against them, and when you're captured, you're the one upset about it. How fascinating.

[ they have a name for that kind of person, but lumine dares not say it. not out of fear of retaliation, but out of allowing him to realise what she's pointing out. she assumes he's intelligent for that, at least. ]

Is that what your Archon asks her defeated foes to do? Bow down and implore for her forgiveness?