Fengye leaned forwards on her sled, eyes wide. "That's [i]right[/i]!" she coos, obviously mocking but putting so much effort into her performance that it was hard to reject it outright. "You are [i]so [/i]tenacious! Your blush is [i]so [/i]regal! When you fall over and show me your underwear it is because you [i]mean [/i]to show it off!"

Fengye should not speak this way. Fengye is a humble scribe who must part herself from words like this with a mask, and must make that mask out of stone. Only the thinnest of justifications - that this is an enemy of creation and any disrespect is permitted - covers her face now.

"You know," she said. "You are being so cute that I'm forgetting that you're a demon. Is that your insidious master plan? Because it's working~"

[Entice: [b]8[/b]]