Did you behave this week?
I am sure you would not lie to me.
You trust me? I'm honored, your majesty.
Oh yes, absolutely. What is there not to trust?
That is one of the great questions, isn't it? Could be anything, could be everything. But certainly not nothing. I am but a mere human, after all.
What's my Y chromosome got to do with anything?
They are not as easy to trust. Not when they look at me the way you do.
What way would that be, huh?
You know exactly what way. Besides, I would rather not relive it.
Come on, it wasn't that agonizing. In fact, I think you liked. In between wanting to kill me, anyway.
I do enjoy a good tango. If I could have had my way, I would have snapped your neck after the violin played it's final note. A dramatic ending for a dramatic dance.
See, I don't think that's entirely true. Dramatic words for a dramatic woman. What makes you think I'm worthy of having my neck snapped, anyway?
Who said you had to be worthy? I was angry enough to do anything.
You were in the right place, right time.
You're damn right about that.
I am making a note for it not to happen again.
Oh yeah, you've got so much control over that, sweetheart. We're in and out of this world on the whim of forces far greater than you and me, you know. Though perhaps not for much longer.
Perhaps, perhaps. One can only hope it does not last much longer. But that does not mean I cannot try to warn Story to stay away. Particularly when the clock strikes midnight. We would all hate for Armando to end up dead by a simple angry reflex of mine - I have never handled rude awakenings very well. However, that does bring up the question as to whether you would die yourself or merely awaken in a new body.
I'm as much into science as the next guy, but how about we let someone else be the Guinea pig for that little experiment, eh?
It would be quite the travesty to see Armando's pretty face leave this earth.
Yeah, yeah, he agrees, I'm sure.
I hope you also treat him kindly.
Hey, I'd like to keep his face on God's green earth long as possible too, Y'know. We're currently getting drunk to ease the blow of midnight, if it comes as pattern dictates. He's had an eventful week, see.
What have you done, Edward?
Me? Little ol' me? Why, I simply applied myself. No laws or moral codes against that.
What did you do to traumatize the poor man?
Traumatized is a strong word, highness.
I know it is and if you are even half as villainous as you once were, then I am sure it is fitting.
Give the man a little credit. He's got a stronger stomach for the "villainous" than you might assume. You know what they say about ladies who assume.
No, I do not know what they say about ladies who assume.
They have the loveliest assets. Especially on the dance floor. So tell me about your week. What was it all, saving babies and stopping earth-blind meteors from cracking the atmosphere? What fresh peril did you rescue us all from this time?
Stop flirting with me. I am not (always) that type of superhero. Do your research. Though I will admit to a little bit of super heroism, though it was all a team effort.
Never. A team effort? That's the most super heroic thing you could've said, princess.
You would have more success with other women. You alluded to something earlier about these circumstances coming to an end. Perhaps you have been doing some team work of your own.
Who says I haven't? Well, you know what they say. Honor amongst thieves and all.
Yes, but if we are all working towards the same thing then I do not see why we do not work together as a whole.
Are we working towards the same thing?
I would hope so, but perhaps I am being too generous thinking you could be even the slightest bit decent.
Aw, now that stings, Red. Ouch. What am I to do, how am I to go on with words like that ringing in my ears?
You will continue to sleep just as guilt-free as you usually do, I expect.
Assuming it's me who sleeps tonight. But hey, you're not wrong.
I suppose we do need to say goodbye. Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Pleasant dreams, Mistress Capulet.
'Til we meet again, Romeo.