Aulfr drilled his eyes into her own, trying to determine whether or not she was lying, faking, manipulating, or otherwise being dishonest with him. His grip started slowly tightening, slowly cutting off her air supply, slowly bruising her, before he suddenly released her. He watched her crumple to the ground, standing impassively above her. 

Crossing his arms, he took three large steps backward, giving her room to get up- a mercy that many abusive people didn't give. He was no less hard, but he did not wear his emotions this time around. No anger, no coldness, just a hard stare. 

"And so you say that you have nothing that I can benefit from except your body, is that it? A seamstress and storyteller. How useless- I am far too busy to listen to mere [i]tails,[/i] when I'm off making my own, and I have the best seamstresses in Noxus, and some of the best from other countries besides."

He snorted derisively, now clearly disbelieving. "A simple, lone woman doesn't travel this land for as long as you have without being skilled at something- you can keep the barbarians of this land from you with stories or a nice pair of socks. Believe it or not, Noxus has its ways of keeping track of interesting persons- and a lone, traveling woman is rare. Very rare, especially a foreign, beautiful woman who starts crying- but when I walked in, you had the poise of a hunter. Of a fighter."

He uncrossed his arms, and this time, one hand rested on the handle of his handaxe. 

"So would you like to tell me if there is [i]anything[/i] other than your body that is of use to me?"