"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.