"I-I-I'm sorry?"
He rolled his eyes at his wimp of a Meister. Pathetic.
"Yes, you good-for-nothing shrimp. I'm going on a date. And you're bringing me there."
Unfortunately, the shivering reflection in the mirror straightened, and the watery gaze became steely. That cow Maka really was making some progress.
"N-N-No I'm not. I-it's out of the question."
A sly smile spread across his face, and he leaned in close to whisper into pink-framed ear. "And how's about I shouted out some, well, juicy rumours concerning you and Stripes tomorrow lunchtime, hm?"
"All right, wh-where is it?"
Victory never tasted sweeter.
