Dolos sighed, dropping his hands from his work. He stood, his arms crossing over his chest. “Your gaze would turn me to stone. You might not know who I am, but I know of you. Now, do you have any other threats for me?”
She unceremoniously slid the sunglasses up to rest on her head. “I remember a guy just like you. Cocky, hero-type, whatever. I made the mistake of being too easy on him. I’m not making that mistake again."
He saw his eyebrows rise in his reflection. He never trusted people who shielded their eyes. His gaze flicked up to her companions, giving them a bored look. “My smell? Apologies to your girls… I think they’ll find a better scent over there.”
Em did not like the casual way he spoke to her. The irritability. The normality as if gorgons strode into his shop daily. "Right now, the most intriguing thing in the room happens to be you. Do you know what would happen if I decided to take off my sunglasses?"
Dolos stared at the new addition to the table, scowling as the hairs brushed the clay. Light marks appeared on his work and he had to refrain himself from replicating the imperfections on the intruder. Instead he nudged away the wig and lifted his eyes. The sight before him brought out a chuckle.
“My, this is a surprise.”
She smirked, but the mirth did not touch the eyes behind her dark shades. “The girls are wondering what you are, and they don’t like to be kept waiting.” There was a collective hiss from the mane of green. “They don’t like the smell of you."
He didn’t bother looking up from his work. He didn’t care who the stranger was — or what they wanted. He mumbled, sensing they were not going to leave.
“Hm…?”
True, the gorgon was not going to leave. She had no desire to, nor any to respond. He wasn’t going to look up, fine, but she was going to give him something to look at. Rather swiftly, she removed the wig and tossed it on his desk.
