Dante was the first to leap out of his seat when Eldora gave them the news. Compared to this boring and dull meeting, the episodic show that was Undine and Sol was very entertaining. Steele could care less about them, especially his older brother but Xunatar needed to figure out where they were at so he followed along. “Haha, he dumped water on her? Funny, would think she’d appreciate it”, Dante offered as he sat close to the mirror and watched the entertainment continue.
It was clear that Sol hadn’t thought ahead but at least she wasn’t going to bite his head off…literally. Instead, she was in control now which might have been worse, in his mind anyway. The poor fool was summoned back in and like she had suspected, Sol had him get another bucket of seawater just in case the first attempt didn’t work out. “What are you gonna…” His words were beaten to the punch by her abrupt action, drenching him with the water as well. He wasn’t amused, to say the least, unlike his younger brother who was rolling on the floor up until the mirror ceased to exist.
Xunatar grew weary of this game and turned to Steele. “Find him and reveal that Sol is out in the world again. I want him alive, again.”
Steele looked to his father, “You sure?”
“Yes.”
The werewolf got up from his seat and headed off.
“Hey, who’s he getting?”, Dante asked, getting up and dusting himself off.
“The one person that can capture that bastard. Mordecai.”
Meanwhile, Sol glanced over to his hand. “Haven’t taken it off. I didn’t really think to anyway. The ring that she had thrown back at him was also in his possession, in his pocket where it had reminded since he took it back. Rising back up, he sat on the bed, not enjoying the feeling of being wet- he was of the flame, after all. She was of the sea, so it shouldn’t have bothered her like it actually had, in his mind. Seething a little bit, Sol removed his damp shirt and pushed himself off the bed. From there, he moved over to Undine and placed her against the wall as he stood over her. While it was him who was upset, he wasn’t going to hurt her. Instead, it was his turn to plant a kiss, choosing to put all that energy he had into it. The frustration, the tension… all of it was expressed in a more…constructive way, and a little destructive as their room looked like it had been ransacked by the end of it all. The sounds of things breaking various thuds against the walls and bed had scared some of their men, not knowing what the hell was going on.