and how is that my fault ? i don’t have time to train obedience into you every day , though i am sure you would take great joy in that anyway .
how about you go fetch me some water , i am thirsty from all this talking .
i prefer the term ‘seasoned acquittances’ . my time in the plane of euthmiya has begun to make me rethink my position on entertaining your degenerate fantasies .
( she gave him a sharp gaze , almost cold )
i feel as if any modicum of respect for me has all but fleeted .