Karena raises a brow, ready to sass him to the moon. “First off, I consider myself a so-called ‘loser’ that knows that she already has the power to make her dreams reality, without freakishly unfair powers. Second of all, i already know how much Flint loves me, and if your so shallow as to measure your partner’s love by material things that rot and get thrown away, then I am sorry. Not that my love life is your business anyway.” She pauses to punch him in the gut, hard enough to knock a concrete pillar over, then stands over him. “Last but certainly not least, Flint is mine, so if anyone lacks enough brain cells and has the audacity to look down at him, they have me to deal with. And trust me, you don’t want me to be your enemy. And to clear any confusion, the man can be a genius in bed and own the world, but if he’s not Flint, I’m not interested.” She walks off, seriously done with the conversion ‘master-mistress’ nonsense.