Morgana sough. "Leo, conduct yourself. We don't wish to hear about Eve's reading material."
"You know what?" Eve mumbled.
"I don't certainly wish to heed him enunciate.
If I move to the museum with you, I'll learn the other phantom talk through you, right?"
Morgana smirked. "You're a sensible woman."
Eve and Ethan waited in line outside the museum while Morgana was up in the parlor equipping Reginald for another guest.
Eve patted Ethan's posterior.
"Why can't you show up with me?"
"I certainly guess it's better if I wait downstairs," Ethan said.
"I kind of throbbed him off. You'll be fine, though."
"What did you do?"
"Oh, nothing. He's a bit…I'm not clear how to plop it. He has an exceptional personality and gets volatile if you attempt to demonstrate you're his equal?"
"Insecure?" Ethan peeked thoughtful.
