[Someone asked a whopper, and it was written all over her face. There was a war of emotions there. She actually liked Feferi, and did not want to end up in an outright fight with her, but part of her knew that if that happened, this would not turn into a sitcom romance out of one of those stupid tv shows she could never bring herself to watch once she'd left home.

She gripped her forehead and hunkered a little, swallowing. She couldn't look at him. She wasn't willing to share, not like that, and least of all with Fef. She already knew that she'd be compared with her as it stood, or at least it felt that way. Never mind that she was supposed to be black and not red...]

I ... if she asked you back as a moirail yes.

... the other? You ... I...

[She growled in heated frustration and finally she slapped her hand onto the table.]

You're allowed to accept her affections on one condition, and one only. She has to come to you. You can't pursue her. You can't ever ask her to be your mate. No love potions. No desperate pleas No mind-controlled tricks. Nothing. Not once or this deal's off. You're allowed to try and make peace with her, but damnit all you are not allowed to fawn over her like some moonstruck fool.

If you do that, so help me god I will staple you to the nearest wall and gut you before I walk away. Do you fucking hear me?

[Why did she agree? Partially because deep down, she had a real feeling Feferi would never do that. She wasn't really compromising on anything, and the cruel side of her was willing to take this 'compromise' because it would assuage him.]