Rebels
After settling down for a bit, Sylvoir folded her arms and leaned back on the couch, sitting beside me. I recalled Lorelei back into my soul space, and my expression grew serious.
"So… about the conversation you were eavesdropping on earlier."
"… Do you want to know what it is?"
I gave a nod. "That's the real reason you called me here tonight, right? You're not petty enough to have me stay overnight just for calling you Sylvie. You predicted my every move and acted accordingly to make ordering me here natural, but in reality it was all planned."
"Not bad. You pass."
"Right. So, can you tell me about it now? I passed your test, Sylvie. If I go back empty-handed after coming all the way out here, I'll be pretty pissed. What's the scoop?"
"That… are you sure you want to know?" Sylvoir asked, still refusing to look at me.
"What's the matter? Why wouldn't I?"