"Warden, just agree to it, please," Qiqimora said in a cajoling tone, even trying to grab Aiden's arm, "With just two more divine words of the primary order under my control, I could advance to become a saint of the 'Void' authority. I could take care of such an opponent single-handedly for you, and then you can have the remains. It would be a good deal for you..."
"First of all, don't keep trying to swindle divinity from me; I'm not gaining anything, nor losing," Aiden quickly shuffled his chair a bit further away, "Secondly, don't talk to me in that tone."
This cajoling tone would immediately remind him of a certain succubus in his cell because of Fille's persistent efforts, Aiden had developed a conditioned reflex, becoming vigilant whenever he heard a similar tone.
"Ah, tough nut to crack, huh?" Qiqimora sighed and cut into her roasted pancake with a fork.
"To be honest, if you were to face Joey Lawson alone, what are your odds of winning?" Aiden asked.
