"I'm proud of many things. Cryptic is just convenient."
Gerald smirked, settling back against the trunk like he had all the time in the world and none of it belonged to Lucavion.
"I'm just saying," he continued smoothly, "you should try being more like me. Life's easier that way. More enlightened. Less... constipated."
Lucavion narrowed his eyes. "Is this before or after the part where you sip tea and lie about everything important?"
Gerald lifted his cup. "It's all one part, kid. A single, fluid style. Mysterious. Elusive. Effortlessly charming."
Lucavion snorted. "Charming?"
Gerald sipped again. "Ladies like that, too."
"Ladies," Lucavion repeated flatly.
"Mm. This master of yours?" Gerald gestured to himself with his free hand, grin widening. "Broken many hearts."
Lucavion blinked, gaze utterly devoid of belief.
"…Sounds like an involuntary virgin to me."
The silence that followed was immediate.
