Lyon pulled his face back while slightly puffing his chest up in a pathetic attempt to show his muscle. He crossed his arm with a grin as the veins in his forearms slightly bulged. His head was slightly tilted as he savored the blank expression that Cecile had on her face.
"None?" Cecile muttered.
Lyon nodded twice, "None, absolutely none, not even your body."
Cecile's eyes dilated looking at him before she darted her glance down to her palms. They were still dirty but she closed them then opened them repeatedly as Lyon wondered what she was contemplating.
The woman couldn't even smell her own odor anymore as her nose already got used to it. There was no water insight that could be used to rinse her body, however, at the very least the bruise on her body had healed thanks to his magic.
"You know, it's hard to believe your word."
"What makes you think so?"
