When Lady Karina accused him of being responsible for the ruin of her dress, Orpheus' jaw ticked dangerously. He'd only been trying to help by ensuring that the people would sign their marks onto her parchment, so why was she upset with him?
He wasn't the one to blame if the people were cowardly and rushed forward like cattle after he encouraged them to sign up for the lady's offer. Although it was quite satisfying to see them panicked and scared, it nearly made his lips twitch into a smirk.
Nevertheless, Orpheus did nothing more than eye the lady's gown where it was ruined and turned his back on her without a word.'
"Make a neat line," he ordered, making his way back along the crowd of frightened people. "No pushing and rushing for you all will be able to make your mark soon enough."
Lady Karina sighed heavily, watching him treat the patrons like a herd of cattle, before settling back down and reclaiming what remained of her inkwell.
