Margaret looked at Lann as if she wanted to swallow him whole.
Tishaya, on the other hand, didn't mind at all, and even kindly reminded her student.
"It takes over ten minutes to walk from here to the bedroom. Or are you planning to run through the academy hallways like a wild girl who hasn't even finished her etiquette classes?"
The Demon Hunter was stony-faced, his head buried in a messy and mundane pile of documents, pretending not to hear the heart-chilling words of the two female warlocks in the room.
"Humph." Margaret's laughter sounded muffled within the wine glass, but she quickly put the glass down.
"Why should I waste those precious ten minutes? Can't we just do it here?"
"Today, we're going to tear this office apart! I've been wanting to change the style for a long time, woo-hoo!"
Margaret let out a little cheer of excitement at the end.
