"So you're mumbling you've never considered dating? That you cannot socialize and encounter real people, because you have to answer the phone if a horny dude calls?"
"No, I am not asserting that at all. I just…well, men don't find me attractive, that is all."
"Then forego the '90s gothic look, already! Get a makeover. What are you, thirty?"
Morgana traversed her arms and grimaced.
"You're one to speak. You're glued in the '60s! Complete with bell bottom pants and love beads."
"I'm dead. What is your excuse?"
Leo paused for her to utter, but she stayed silent.
"Oh, don't pout."
"I wasn't pouting. I was attempting to speculate of a spell to shut you up."
"The truth hurts, doesn't it?"
"Goddess, please take compassion on the spirit of Leo and help him proceed along the other flank. If for the good of all, so must it be."
She paused a minute and then stared around the lodgings.
"Leo?" She smirked.
