An Angel Falls.

As she asked about his wife, Vi suddenly lunged towards her, pinning against a pile of clothes she had been rummaging through, she could feel the hard edge of a table digging into her ribs.

As he hissed into her ear, she listened patiently. When he was finished, she turned her head slightly for him to better see her features. There was no fear in her eyes, simply caution and wariness. Shifting slightly, the angel would soon realise that the Elf wasn't as fragile as she seemed.

Pointed to his groin and his heart both were the ends of very short, but very sharp looking daggers. They were encrusted with jewels, it was true, however the edges fairly shone with sharpness. From where they came would not be obvious, just simply that she had them.

She raised an eyebrow and then pointedly flipped the daggers away from pricking into his skin, sliding the flats of the blades against her ivory wrists. "Its true I am a woman, but its also true that most underestimate me."

Then her features softened, back to that of a woman that recognised pain. "I'm sorry, Alatus, I truly am. I was just trying to get to know you." The trace of blushes she had had before were gone, however a hardened respect shone in her eyes.

She eased away from his grip, managing to turn, though he still held her tightly. Smiling gently, she whispered, "What's her name?"