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Well [i]that[/i] was unexpected.  Not that it wasn't without precedent, of course; Andersen had learned a thing or two about how magecraft worked during both times he'd been summoned as a Servant, and one thing he'd remembered (despite how perverse it was) was that magical contracts could be strengthened by... Ugh...  Exchange of bodily fluids, although thankfully in this case it was just a kiss.  He couldn't help but snort in amusement as Mordred flailed about, so flustered she forgot to take her revenge on him for that jibe about her heritage, and making wild claims that you didn't need to have Human Observation to realize were complete falsehoods.

Of course, his amusement quickly dissipated once he realized something utterly dreadful: [i]he was next.[/i]  Now unlike Mordred, he would freely admit that he'd never been kissed before.  He'd been a lifelong batchelor after all, pining for those he felt were completely out of his reach and dying alone, unmarried and celibate.  Thankfully despite her unpleasantness his first Master had never... And his current Master, the girl at Chaldea, well... The point was, when Evangeline pressed her lips against him as he was frozen in horror, it was something he'd never experienced before.  Instinctively, as soon as she drew away from him, he spat in disgust.

"Bleeegh!  Was that [i]really[/i] necessary, you... You..." Really, he was so shocked by even such a tiny, insignificant kiss that he found it hard to respond, and was left dumbstruck even as his new Master decided that one particular tree had offended her.  Noticing her change in appearance and size after she'd cast her spell, however, Andersen straightened his bowtie and tried to regain composure.  "Heh... Well now!  I suppose having to support [i]two[/i] Servants was too much for you, and you've had to reveal your [i]true[/i] form!  You're even more of a minuscule, miniature, microscopic midget than I am!  In fact I'm sure even [i]Jack[/i] has a few inches on you, and she's... Heh, and going by that glamour of yours I can just tell that you hate being stuck in a child's body even more than [i]I[/i] do, don't you?"

Of course, such a blatant display of magecraft in the open was bound to attract attention, and soon enough someone had approached them.  Specifically, a young girl, looking about the same age as he did (and going by her tone and the way she held herself, probably the actual age she looked, which was something that had grown more and more unusual to him during his time at Chaldea)... And... Oh god... A costume like [i]that...[/i] And a magical staff too... She wasn't going to start mouthing off about love and justice and friendship like that Einzbern girl, right?  He [i]really[/i] couldn't put up with that kind of thing with how sober he was... And with that in mind, and noticing the unusually large cloud of moths heading their way, he slowly backed off until he was behind Mordred.

"I'll, uh, let you handle this one, I suppose."
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