The orc groans and rolls over, before going right back to sleep.
Jackal's poker face of exasperation is so perfect, she wants to burst out laughing at the sight of it.
Maintaining the face, he slowly raises his hands. Phorsaal sees a brief waver of the air around his hands before he claps them together. What sounds like a massive explosion rips through the room, and orc female jumps up with a scream.
"Aaaaahhh! Who-!? What-!?" She yells, looking around the room wildly.
"Over here." Jackal says, waving his hand before he gets up.
"You! You piece of-!" She growls, walking forward with her fists clenched.
All Jackal does is raise his hands. "Attack me, and I'll make sure it's the last thing you ever do." He says coldly, green fire flashing to life in his hands.
The orc jerks to a stop, and narrows her eyes at him. "You captured me. For what?" She growls.
"To sell, of course." Jackal says bluntly.
"WHAT!?"
"Don't worry, my dear. I only to sell to people who aren't complete dicks." He says mildly.
"Wha-? Who even-? Okay listen here you piece of shit. I am NOT property to be tossed around!" She growls.
Jackal nods, then walks to the door and opens it. "You're free to leave, then. Just remember... I'm the only one who'll help you right now. Any demon can just grab you off the street, and I can't promise that they'll be a good one. At least with me, you have a high chance to get sold to a good master." He says.
".... Let me... Let me think about it..." She grumbles.
"Kitchen is that way." Jackal says, pointing to the door. "Refresh yourself, if you wish." He says, and the orc nods, walking into the kitchen just as the two Lizans come out, both giving her incredulous looks before movei out of her way without a word.