Slowly, almost reluctantly, her grip around my neck loosened, her nails leaving behind faint red streaks, and finally begrudgingly she released me.
With a sharp snort, she turned her back on me, the movement elegant yet tinted with irritation, her sapphire hair swaying like the tail of a displeased cat.
"You certainly have a way with that insolent mouth of yours," she said, her voice low but sharp, "but tell me, what proof do you even have? Have you ever actually ventured to such a place as you claim exists?"
I brushed the ache off my throat, smirking despite the sting, and chuckled. "Oh~ is that so? You want proof now? Tch, too bad I don't have any. How about you continue what you were doing just now and strangle me again? That seemed pretty convincing."
