[Is he curious? Yes. Does he want to live way more than he wants to know what's going on here? Abso-fuckin-lutely. He doesn't need his staff to cast, and he's ready at a moment's notice if she makes a grab for him to Blink right out of this plane and start running.]
Oooookay then! Like I said, really invested in, uh, not throwin' blows here.
[He's still taking those donuts though but also getting the fuck out of here asap, scrambling to be Not Under This Table Anymore.]
Thanks for these! And, uh, the conversation, before you decided I was a heathen or whatever.
Yeah, thanks for not letting me in on the fact you fucking... turn shit to gold or whatever.
[She's done here. She'll let him out, and she'll let him live, but that's the end of it. She already regrets suffering Fantasmo's presence. She doesn't need another self-proclaimed wizard on her hands.]
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Oooookay then! Like I said, really invested in, uh, not throwin' blows here.
[He's still taking those donuts though but also getting the fuck out of here asap, scrambling to be Not Under This Table Anymore.]
Thanks for these! And, uh, the conversation, before you decided I was a heathen or whatever.
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[She's done here. She'll let him out, and she'll let him live, but that's the end of it. She already regrets suffering Fantasmo's presence. She doesn't need another self-proclaimed wizard on her hands.]
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[He says it, and then just like... regrets it, instantly, because why does he have a fucking death wish.]
Aaaaanyway, see ya!
[And he just fuckin' bolts.]