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Tycon swept his hair back-- a smooth, graceful motion... 

Then... he tapped his thumb on his chin... giving him a wise, thoughtful, and scholarly air about him.

Jiang Ying Yue blinked her eyes in wonder. 

...She had completely forgotten what they were talking about. 

  "You're making me out to be quite the villain, Ying Yue," Tycon reached forward, placing a finger below her jaw... and closing Yue's open mouth, "I hope you understand how foolish that sounds."

Oh. 

That was right.

...He was right. 

...Ying Yue just didn't want to admit it. 

"...Lady Jiang," Tycon winked... "You're staring."

  "Sh-shut up, snake eyes!" Yue shrieked, "You're so stupid for wanting to end the world!"

"I do not want that."

"BwuhHHh?" Yue's mouth hung wide open. Again. 

--but Tycon wasn't looking at her anymore. He was pouring something out of a jar into an earthenware pot. 

It looked... like oil?