Sylas grabbed hold of the necklace, his expression indifferent. He hardly seemed to hear the petite woman at all. Feeling the necklace in his palms, he made a move to shatter the man's head for no other reason than having a more convenient way to take it all.
The woman seemed to realize that Sylas was the same sort of person as her. Just because he had been alright with her not proving herself didn't mean that he was some sort of pushover. He just decided that she was already more than useful enough without it.
As confident as she was in controlling herself in the near future, Sylas was just as, if not more, confident. While she had failed to change the fate of Earth, he had done so with his own hands despite having far less information, far less preparation, and far less training.
In Sylas' opinion, he had every right to not take the woman seriously, whether now or in the future.
