Aohdei's face dropped, falling into a grim, tight-lipped stare. His time here was wasted, and he said as much, "My time is wasted, then. I could've had my satisfaction already and be gone from this dirty pothole of a town-" He started becoming angry again, standing from the bed, adopting an almost predatorial stance, "And you deluded me!"
He stalked seemingly toward Serena before spinning on his heel abruptly, his cloak fluttering wildly as he bore for the door. He was growing in anger with each heartbeat that passed, muttering to himself, "The last time I trade with a wretched human-sympathiser, and a damned daemon she is too! Fucking hell!" He slammed the door open and made to go down the stairs. Though he hadn't said it, he was making a beeline for the first person he saw, a serving wench wiping down the tables in the bar. His body language might have given away his intention, however, and his intention was entirely a lethal one.
