A Mischievous MILF

When the pair finally made it outside the glitchy-screened Dome, Viola spun around, her glittering eyes locking on his. "I'm interested to know more about you and how you can do what you do, but I won't pry. And I also won't tell anyone else what happened in Oblivion's Threshold. I just hope you won't one day alter my memories like you did with the Green Dragon Hunter Party."

Cassius's brows slightly raised. "You noticed?"

Viola let out a small giggle before locking arms with him. "Of course I noticed, jerk. I may not look it, but I'm quite the intelligent researcher! Seeing unusual changes in other people and things is what I do best!"

Cassius paused, then smirked. "I don't know about you being some once-in-a-million-year genius, but you're certainly special. Only someone incredibly special would pretend to be some quiet and introspective brooder when, in actuality, she has a bad case of the chatterbox."

"Why thank you— Wait, are you insulting me??"