''What am I gonna do with you?'' I said in exasperation.
''Icould remain here with you'' He offered with a pleading look.
''No''
''Please?''
''No!''
''Pretty Please?''
Xavier!''
''Oh come on!''
''Fine!'' I relented, ''But it's your funeral. And how the hell are you gonna live amongst the witches?''
''I don't know! You think of something! You're the witch Queen!''
Ugh. Sometimes, I wonder how I met this guy. But I do have an excellent plan.
''Fine. I have a good plan''