Seeing Lyra intimidating his mistress, Petros spoke up to try and clam down the situation.
"Dame Jadzi-, I mean, Your Grace. Would you please follow us to our home? This is not a good place for this conversation."
Petros and the Lamia standing next to him looked visibly uncomfortable as the eyes of every individual currently in the hotel's lobby were trained on them.
"Very well. Lead us to your abode." Lyra responded with an air of authority.
Marcus had to hold in a few chuckles seeing her act this way. The initial shock had already worn off and now he was finding the change from her usually relaxed demeanor to be quite amusing.
Of course, Lyra's hones senses allowed her to feel Marcus' smile and barely contain his laughter.
With a quick glare that might have given someone of a lower level a heart attack, she made sure to get across to him not to break the dignified impression she had made.
