"Yeah, that's just what you want us to think..." He releases her, pointing from his eyes to her before grinning again.
"So, I'm back. My old room still free? I mean, I assumed I'd get a call if anyone ever set off the traps I set. How are the Moloids? I heard you're dating an Atlantean prince now? Did Franklin and Vincent reprise their 'stay away from our womenfolk, Atlantean' routine? Oh right, you were dating Vincent for a while, weren't you? Sorry that didn't work out. Don't worry, there's still a place for you in my regime, even if you're not the consort of my treacherous lieutenant. Can't believe he checked out so fast, I always figured Vincent would be here until he died... Oh well, must've been something urgent. Good to know he's still got his head on straight enough to realize I was the only natural replacement for his science around here, and my natural superiority in other areas more than makes up for those paltry cantrips he's so proud of. Plus, I can scrap better than he can, and I never had to rely on being a demi-god to get me by."
Inhale.
"So how're things?"
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