LeBlanc stepped through the wall, her arms crossed, "I don't see my wine, or my cheese platter. I'm very disappointed."
She looked over at Kha'Zix, her eyes flicking up and down, "And what makes you think this simpleton can possibly kill the prince? The prince, despite your perception of him, is actually a strong man who has slain many a great beast. This voidling here? He would be cannon fodder, a lamb to the slaughter. Look at him!" She laughed, "Honestly you're just humoring him. Kha`Zix, kill the prince! How foolish!"
She looked over at Swain, her eyes shone with a cunning light in them, "Do not be so cruel to the creature, Jericho, we both know that Kha'Zix would not be able to accomplish such a feat. Better men and creatures have tried, and failed miserably. If he were to kill the prince, that would be a true feat of strength fit for the ultimate hunter, not..."
The Deceiver flicked her hand in the general direction of Kha'Zix, "...Whatever this thing thinks he is. Maybe you should ask Rengar if he would think such a hunt is a better fit for him, a superior predator, hm? Weigh your options a bit."