[ Who would murder an old lady? It would be a senseless crime. Well -- mostly because she's practically a nobody, here. From what she knows of Ogundimu, he's more subtle than that, which is what makes him a threat.

A laughing couple stumbles onto the balcony, a darkhaired Dominant and a pale Submissive with a collar around their neck, ending pressed up against each other in a patch of shadows. Neither of them pays the tense conversation any mind, but Ana watches them out of the corner of her eye anyway. Despite the nonchalance of her posture, every nerve in her body is tuned to the presence of the man beside her. She acknowledges his statement with another nod. It's true enough. ]

I suppose it's more to your taste.

[ A faint note of distaste creeps into her voice. ]

Though from everything I've heard, I would have thought you preferred it when people fought back.