Here she is, just enjoying some damn stew, when the pretty woman she's talking to is yanked away by her hair. It's stunningly familiar to all of the vampire spawn that have attempted to kidnap Ireena although they usually had more deference for Strahd's future bride. Thankfully, six months of defending the young lady had left Peony's senses sharper than they every had been.

It was really the term 'he wants you' that triggered an unholy fury in her and made her lips peel back from her teeth in a snarl.

She was so fucking sick of men. Claiming dominion over anything and everything they saw fit, cutting up the earth for their industry as if it weren't a living breathing thing, treating all around as if they were below their notice. Claim, conquer, cash-in, catastrophe - violent, disgusting beasts.

"Get your hands off her, you waste of meat." Peony stood with a whirl of skirt and hair, disappearing is a puff of mist. Reappearing instantly behind him, leaping onto his back to choke him with the full tiny weight of her frame. "Get. Off. Her. You. Insignificant. Worm." And when the man's meaty neck wasn't responding to being choked by her, there was only one sensible thing to do.

Hopefully, it wouldn't translate down the line to Ianthe. But being shocked just a little bit had to be better than being choked to death. Anger swelled inside her as she could hear Ianthe struggling to breath, so hot that it made her blood boil, Peony raised her grip to claw at the man's face and cast shocking grasp with eight vicious charges of lightning. "Lucendi."

[ooc - she crit. oh god. rip bad dude and sorry Ianthe]