"You're joking, right?" Matthias asked, staring at the raw, pulsating organ in his hand.
"I am in full possession of my senses, Matthias," Olivia replied coldly, not even looking up as she adjusted her gloves.
"How exactly am I supposed to cook a human heart? I mean, I have the skills, but... this is beyond unconventional. It's twisted."
"You said you were with me," she snapped, her eyes flashing with a sharp, impatient light. "So do it and be quiet. I want to be gone before that brat Elvira arrives."
Matthias let out a long, weary sigh. "Fine. As you command, my Lady. I'll do it, though I must say, this is a first even for me."
"Don't worry," Olivia whispered, a dark shadow crossing her face. "Elvira is quite accustomed to such... delicacies."
Matthias froze for a second. "What?"
"Just do it and shut up, Matthias. Are we really going to argue now? The man is already dead. Since when did you develop a moral compass? Should I remind you of what she did to me?"
