"It's just that it stings at your Ladyship's pride that despite your unparalleled genius you are still a Mage while Lith is already an Archmage and even I am a Great Mage." He said taking those rude words out of her mind.
"Yes. I mean, no. I mean- Oh, gods, am I so easy to read?" She asked while looking at the deep green fabric with envy.
"Usually, no. But the fact that you ignored my arm and yet you are sticking to my robe like a tick is a big tell." Morok had been trying for a while to retrieve his high uniform from Quylla's hands but she refused to let it go.
"I'm so sorry." She said while he stored the clothes back. "Sometimes I let my competitiveness get the better of me."
"No need to apologize. Since you find my robe so charming, next time I'll make sure to wear it. I like clingy women." He said.
"Next time? Don't get ahead of yourself, hotshot. I-" Her communication amulet drew her attention, cutting Quylla short.
