You No Happy?

"Smile a bit more crookedly."

"Like this?"

"Crooked. Think corrupt! Think sleazy! Think depraved!" 

"Err, how about this?"

"Ughh!"

Alison slammed her fist against her forehead and slumped onto the sofa.

Sia leaned back further on the pink bean bag and watched the show with relish. Enigma in her spirit form was reading a book on methods of torture.

"Focus, Mr. Emperor! Focus! You should put up the appearance of a corrupt, immoral, despicable ruler to those envoys!" Alison groaned at Varian.

Varian glanced down at her from the corner of his eye. "Be honest, are you using this opportunity to vent your grievances?" 

Alison nodded seriously.

"Seriously…" Varian rubbed his chin and nodded at his reflection in the mirror. "You're just jealous that you can't find a secretary to unload all your work like I do, right?"