Kylie, adrift in her own musings amidst the vast expanse of foliage, smiled wistfully. "Indeed, such simple tricks will not real6 work on my astute son, Dick." Pride tinged her voice, a strange concoction of admiratio dawning upon her. "He has matured, blossoming into a being who might just wield the mantle of the Demon Lord," she mused with a sinister chuckle, as she entertained the notion of incinerating the forest to smoke out her elusive son.