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Vhythrarc's eyes, swirling with eldritch energy, locked onto the woman who dared to challenge his presence. A wicked grin crept across his lips, revealing a glimmer of amusement in the face of her territorial stance.
"Make me," he repeated, his grin growing a bit bigger, "as fun as that sounds, I don't wish to fight you, darling." His gaze remained fixated on her, and his hands moved into his pocket and pulled out a stack of $100 bills, waving it in front of her.
"I wish to use this currency," he explained to her, "to buy your collection of eyes."