Better Answer

Inara giggled as she watched Crystal and the dragon take care of the Beastmaster so easily. "Better answer her or yer gonna be stuck full of arrows!" She chimed, holding the poor announcer boy against her. "Maybe we'll skewer ya up and toss yer corpse into the wild. Let somethin' out there eat ya all up. What do you think, Cutie Boy? Should we skewer him or make him into a stew?"

The announcer now dubbed Cutie Boy whimpered in Inara's grasp as he tried to pull away from the short woman. The scythe was soon pressed against his back, threatening to cut into him if he struggled further. "Why me...?" His voice was barely above a whisper, eyes glancing around desperately for help.