The female Professor rocked back and forth on her heels, her metallic strap-on practically poking at Sylas every time she swung forward. But it was as though Sylas didn't notice it at all, his expression as deadpan as ever.
"Do you even know my name?" the female Professor suddenly asked.
Sylas didn't answer, as though he was still lost in thought. After a long while, he looked up and met her gaze.
"My name is Germaine. Sounds very French, don't you think? I particularly like the accent. Oh, right, you're probably not too familiar with France, are you? They had long fallen before you were born. Should I just start speaking in a French accent now? Oui? Non?"
"Give me a reason not to kill you," Sylas said.
The female Professor blinked and her spider leg bristled. But then her face was colored in confusion.
