"Why does everyone enjoy calling me a madman? All I did was take care of the cows no one could resist?" Ansel sighed as he deflated on the bed that was just occupied by the lawyer. He then reclined on his arm as he lay down properly on the bed. "But sure… if you want to call me a madman, then you better come up with something worse for Nick. After all, he's the most terrifying."
"…I won't blame you for fearing even your own Alpha. He does strike me as someone worse than you." Sarah looked away and went to lie down on her bed. She pulled the blanket to her shoulders. "I will be one of your animals soon. I don't mind hearing your speech about your greatness."
Ansel's eyes flickered as if his curiosity had breached into confusion… and then into intrigue. A smile grew on his lips as he just stared at the witch spawn watching the ceiling. "Nah, I'll make you guess my name. It's not that common, though."
