'You really are a peach when you're blue-ballin' it honey,' Lamya commented sarcastically.
"Shut up," Trixie snapped. She wasn't in the mood to deal with the demon's heckling.
"Excuse me?" Jacoby snapped back. Trixie groaned inwardly. Of course she had responded out loud.
"Sorry, I'm just out of it," Trixie grumbled. She yelped when he bopped her sharply on the nose with the fan he was attempting to teach her how to use. Trixie had been learning the 'art' of the fan since she asked Emerick to teach her over two years prior, but she still struggled to use the stupid thing for anything other than fanning herself. Normally, it would not be Jacoby giving her the lesson.
"I understand that you are used to constant… 'attention'… from Prince Emerick, nevertheless it is imperative that you focus on your training at stop lamenting your libido." Jacoby scolded.
