"What do you mean past your prime?" Magnus smiled sheepishly. "You're still young and beautiful, furthermore powerful. I'm sure all men would agree you're not some leftover."
"Dear...?"
"...!"
But Magnus' attempt at small talk ended up backfiring on him. Geneviv stared at him with a smile, but her eyes weren't smiling at all.
"Pfft looks like you have a problem now. I'll take my leave."
Faeloria smiled, before walking out toward the others, who were already beginning to plan their infiltration mission. "You go pacify your wife first, Mayor. I'll handle the rest over here."
With her words, everyone quickly understood that Faeloria, the Second In Command of the Hit Squad, was personally taking the helm. Everyone believed that just this was enough to raise the plan's success rate by at least 33%!
"Alright, first, let's discuss our paths of infiltration..." And with that as the beginning, a detailed meeting began.