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Throughout dialogue, conflict, and friendly groping, the Eel remained stolid and observed the prattling noble rebuke all challengers like a proud lion defending the warm rock he lounged upon. Whether he could actually back up his claims right now was superfluous when neither Kiara nor her spirits had any intention of fighting the man they hadn't really even met.

Francis was blatant with his displays of influence, ferreting out Kiara's name and limited background thanks to that maid of his, a woman Roma would be all too happy to detain with a gag in her mouth for her part in Francis' theater act.

[color=C71585]"What a fool. What fools all you humans are, binding spirits to yourself and assuming they shall remain that way forever more. When you both stand unshackled, there is questioning whose might will win out against the other."[/color] Roma lamented dryly as those seeking power thought they'd have a better chance wielding a tool then a Spirit. That school of thought may have had merit, were it not that the Wielders of these weapons were too weak to understand their true capabilities. One doesn't chop trees with a sword unless they want to dull the edge and snap steel long before it could ever know the life it was meant for.

[color=C71585]"You would think that they would be wise enough to know how fortunate they are to have a spirit at all. If I hadn't chosen Kiara then she wouldn't have realized she's a blatant sub."

The rather chilling diatribe on a spirit revolution in the making was hampered by Roma joining Artemis in feeling Kiara up beneath the coat.