Isadora looked dazed as she scrunched her nose with her right hand, "Is that the question?" She shouted! "I am asking you why your face was so clear to mine! What the bleeding hell? How could you do that when I was asleep?" Her eyes were widening as she continued to question.
Elvis didn't know what to do. His brain was after something unfortunately useless. He was now sure that she just woke up now but...why did she pull him too close? Immediately, he pulled his wrist away and stared darkly at her, making himself believe that he did not need to withstand all those pulls, "Are you a witch like your mother?"
It was Isadora's turn to look at him, utterly disturbed, "What, why?"
"Could you explain how your locks grew grey?"
