Arthur couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. The mighty daughter of Regulus, wielder of gravitational forces, was reduced to an adorable girl over a minor debt.
"What can I say? I'm a practical man. Money is money."
And watching you get worked up is priceless.
"Practical? Practical?" Her voice pitched higher with each word.
The rocks orbiting her position began moving faster, creating small whirlwinds of displaced air. Mercury flowed slightly further away, recognizing the signs of unstable gravitational manipulation.
"Besides," she continued, her indignation reaching new heights, "I used that money for necessities! Food, shelter, basic survival needs! You can't seriously expect—"
"I'm kidding."
Time to put her out of her misery.
Arthur's gentle interruption cut through her rant like a blade through silk. The gravitational distortions immediately calmed, rocks settling back to earth as her emotional state shifted.
"What?"
