Ailee was trapped in indignant giggling, trying her best to assume a serious face before breaking down again. "Stoooop!" she protests. "Lucien! I'm serious!" she couldn't maintain seriousness. "I can't do magic when you keep making me laugh!"

It was a real battle that played out across the Archmage of Vice. Every time she set her jaw and steadied her gaze and tried to look judgemental or imposing the fact that she was being danced through a beehive in a nightmare station by a fool just set her off again. And accordingly, there were no arcs of lightning or emerald eyes or supernatural fires; there was only a perfectly ordinary mousegirl who was already too dizzy to stand unsupported.