"Haha!"
Ilia Danvers threw an arm around Karen's shoulder, pulling her into his embrace: "Buddy, why would I suspect you? Even if it really were you, what could happen?"
"Haha, you scared the life out of me, it really is me." Karen followed suit with laughter.
"Haha, I had guessed it was you. Come on, let's find a place to drink?" Ilia Danvers stood up, punching Karen playfully: "Little brother, stop bluffing. You're right under my nose, how would you manage? Your big brother has to root out the mole."
As he spoke, his lips trembled wildly, and he stood shaking on the spot.
"Having a relapse?" Karen asked from beside, long accustomed to it.
Almost every so often, it could be half an hour or an hour, Ilia Danvers would have an episode like this.
But it would pass shortly each time, and he would return to normal.
