[ yennefer is still deciding what she wants to do with him - the prospect of all this intrigues her, a change from her routine in a way that most aren't able to do. and there is something about him - a shift in the air, a presence of something dark and controlled and off - which only further intrigues her.

and it really does toe that line, the fact that she could just as easily forcefully remove him from her domain if she wanted. that with a flick of her wrist she could toss him through a portal that leads just about anywhere else. here, where she has access to her full chaos because anything in the horizon can be done, it doesn't really matter to her who or what he is.

but the seconds do pass, and her curiosity remains just piqued enough. so much that even as he circles her, she feels no need to follow his walk. no need to watch his every step. ]

And what would you know of boredom? [ which isn't a yes or a no, technically, but still he remains which she supposes is answer enough. his assessment of the limp dicked assholes that he assumes surrounds her back at thorne isn't actually true, and she knows she could say as much, but the prospect of this intrigues her.

and it isn't like he's hard on the eyes, either. ]

Because if you're looking to prove a point, I can tell you that your twelve minutes has yet to begin.