Before Sereg can finish, Talon more or less barks at him. "Silence."
"Perhaps you forget, Septima, but I was Cuarta once. I should not even have to give you the time of day. So your pitiful attempts to fool me into walking straight into what may be a trap are beyond foolish." The Privaron's eyes narrow. "If you are so desperate for me to pay for your little wenches, then you will have to do one thing for me."
"I want you to beg." Talon smirks toothily. "I want you to beg, at my feet. And kiss my boot." She pushes her boot forward, invitingly.