Morgana let go of his hands, swiveled, and leaned over.
Ethan shot to his paws and yanked her shoulders before she slam the table.
"Morgana, are you all right?"
She grabbed a few huffing breaths and opened her sights.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Where did Reginald go?"
"I don't know. I visualize he's still around. I simply had to intercede. You two weren't getting along quite well."
"No teasing. I have the impression old Reggie doesn't relish cops. Perhaps he wasn't squeaky clean himself."
"If we need information, you two have to play nice."
Morgana abruptly crouched bolt upright, opened her maw, and uttered with the formal male vocalist also.
"Don't dub me Reggie, and I won't dub you Connie. Being a disembodied spirit isn't susceptible. How would you love to attempt it, hmmm?"
"Is that a menace?"
"What could I conceivably threaten you with? Unless it's withholding information."
"You wouldn't."
