"You remember that one time," Ere began, voice oozing with mischief, "he tripped over his own ego walking into a Versace store when Tessa had just left back home and left him in the penthouse alone, tried to flirt with a cashier, and called himself a 'certified celestial snack'?"
Levi wheezed. [Don't—don't remind me. She gave him a 15% discount out of pity.]
"Now look at him. All serious and reverent. Mister 'My Lady' this and 'Grace of Legend' that. What's next? Reciting Homer while brushing her hair?"
[He's gonna pull out a laurel crown and propose marriage with a meteor shower, just you wait.]
"He kissed her hand like it was an ancient artifact. Did you see that? Did you see it?"
[He hovered. Hovered, Ere. Like the kiss had a loading bar.]
"It was a whole spiritual experience! I'm surprised he didn't start levitating and speaking Greek."
[He probably wanted to. Bet he practiced in front of a mirror: 'Cassandra… starfire of my soul… womb of my war-forged longing…']
