Gift

Oliver grinned, his eyes filled with happiness as he continued to hold Morgana. "I have to say, Morgana, I'm genuinely impressed. The way you handled that situation, the confidence in your words, and the power you exude; it's all quite remarkable. You're not just a beautiful face, but a force to be reckoned with."

Morgana couldn't help but blush slightly at the compliment. "Well, Oliver, you're not too bad yourself. You're bold, and you speak your mind. I appreciate that. So, what brings you here? It can't just be for flattery, can it? Did you come here with a gift since I won this round against Gwendolyn?"

Oliver chuckled, releasing Morgana from the embrace and taking a step back. "Flattery is just the beginning. I came here because I saw your final attack. What was that? You never revealed it to me."