Dwindling Sympathy (2)
"What!? Am I going to be left behind!?"
"I've said it a lot of times and I will say it again—yes."
"You can't do this to me. How very cruel of you!"
"I don't care."
"Then, how about having—"
"No."
"Ah, come on! You haven't even heard what I am going to propose."
Basil looked at the dejected Dantalion with unamused eyes and flicked the Demon's forehead. She had been whining for the last five minutes because of his decision to make her stay at Padeitophys and become the strategist while he was away.
She didn't consider it a hard task, yet she preferred spending her time exchanging thoughts with Basil; therefore, she wanted to come along. Basil vehemently refused her request, much to her disappointment, saying that bringing her to the Demi-Human's territory would be equal to declaring war.
Her eyes lit up when Iliana showed up. "My fellow soon-to-be-wife, can you somehow persuade our soon-to-be-husband to bring me along?"