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You leaned forward, not so much looming over the fox like Ana was, but making damn certain that there was no mistaking whose house she had broken into.
<span class="mu-r">“I think this is all bullshit.”</span> you said plainly.
Ami Han's ears drooped a bit, but she never glanced away from your face.
<span class="mu-r">“Why should we believe anything you say, when you've got such a long history of lying and deceiving others?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“You want proof? I don't have it, okay?”</span> she said, leaning forward to match your intensity. <span class="mu-b">“There isn't a single signature or reference that I can give you to make you believe me. Tamamo won't give you any warning before she comes here, and–believe me-”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I don't.”</span> you cut in.
<span class="mu-b">“Clearly.”</span> Ami Han added in a flat tone. <span class="mu-b">“But you have to realize that this fox isn't nearly so reasonable as she or I.”</span>
She pointed a claw at Cindy.
<span class="mu-r">“Not what I'd use to describe someone who just held me and everyone here hostage and negotiated about it over a cup of tea.”</span> you said.
<span class="mu-b">“If it were Tama, she might have plucked your legs off for a laugh. She is not a person. She is raw power and appetite, all wrapped in a pretty little package, and with impeccable manners to boot.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“And she's coming for Cindy because <span class="mu-i">you</span> did something to piss her off.”</span> you said, not bothering to mince your words.
Ami Han's ears drooped, and her tails twitched. You weren’t an expert on demon social cues, but you at least thought that meant she was a little agitated.
<span class="mu-b">“I don’t know!”</span> Ami Han shouted, shooting up from her chair.
Ana’s grip tightened on her knife, Flint's fists hardened into tightly packed sand, and Ember looked ready to gather more power and drive up your electric bill.
Cindy didn't move, however. She was just watching the fox carefully. Hopefully her god-given ghost mummy could protect her from whatever Ami Han was plotting.
The White Fox took all this in surprisingly quickly, slowly lowering herself back into her seat.
<span class="mu-s">“What do you mean you ‘don't know’?”</span> Cindy asked.
Ami Han shifted uncomfortably.
<span class="mu-b">“She…hasn't exactly laid it all out for me in person, but I imagine she's saving that for when I've been captured, tortured and have had my tails torn from my body.”</span> she said, her eyes growing increasingly distant as she went on.
<span class="mu-r">“Well, let's run down the list.”</span> you proposed, pulling a chair towards you with a webline. <span class="mu-r">“What have you done to piss her off lately?”</span>
While Ami Han thought, you spun the chair around and sat down on it backwards.
<span class="mu-b">“I…stole a peach from her tree several centuries ago, on a dare.”</span> she admitted with a shrug.
<span class="mu-r">“Mm. And did that really seem worth it at the time?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“Not really. I'm not even the one who ate it. I gave it to a friend of mine. Not one of my brightest ideas, in hindsight.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Poison?”</span> Ana presumed.
Ami Han shook her head.
