[There's some satisfaction to be found in the way Vergilius paces like a cornered beast, desperation in every limb, but Lobelia doesn't let him go. He won't let him go. Not until he's torn apart the last monster crawling through this barren field and left him worse off than he started.
Lobelia chucklesโ is that not precisely what a date is? Two people doing what they enjoy and doing it together, but there's no point in saying so when Vergilius is not inclined to listen. Instead, Lobelia simply shrugs his shoulders.]
Are you truly that effrayรฉ? Perhaps you would have an easier time accepting death by my hand than you would the mere concept of a date. Heh! That can be arranged, you know.
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Lobelia chucklesโ is that not precisely what a date is? Two people doing what they enjoy and doing it together, but there's no point in saying so when Vergilius is not inclined to listen. Instead, Lobelia simply shrugs his shoulders.]
Are you truly that effrayรฉ? Perhaps you would have an easier time accepting death by my hand than you would the mere concept of a date. Heh! That can be arranged, you know.