Any remaining distance between them is closed, and Skellig feels his own anger rise up to the surface, a bitter taste in his mouth and throat. He has no desire to be this close to Akatan - but some things cannot be avoided. He lowers his voice, deepens his tone - but keeps his pitch within the reach of 'human', for now.

"You were not there when the bandits attempted to carry off a child," Skellig growls. "Did you perhaps miss that entire event, somehow? Only to emerge once the coast had been deemed clear?" He looks Akatan over, glancing at his entire form - clearly judging. "You may look as if you are made of stone, but clearly it is your mind which is hard and useless."

He keeps the distance close.

"Believe what you will of me. Call me a demon, a beast." (He hears the echo in his head, Kreyu's voice - it can't be her, she has not laid with another.) "But you will not," he is threatening now, this is not an order, this is try me and find out what would happen in his voice "Spread rumors and lies of Kreyu." He glances sidelong towards the direction he knows that Neferet moved off once her brother showed up in the square, not fully turning his attention but it is obvious who he is looking for. "Or of any woman."