Astaroth briskly walked back out of the tree palace. He looked to the sky and estimated the time.
'Hmm. It'll be around six hours before the sun sets. I'll need to come back then.'
Phoenix looked at him mumbling, Morticia still following her around. Having her tag along everywhere was grating on her.
"Morticia. You don't need to follow me everywhere, you know?"
"Oh, I know, darling. I'm not following you. I'm following him, same as you."
Seeing her point at Astaroth made Phoenix's anger come back to the fore.
"I already told you to back off. Don't make me burn you to cinders."
"Oh, honey. You and I both know you would sleep faster than that could happen. But that is not why I'm following him. Something about the way he acts is intriguing to me. Like he is always looking at the bigger picture."
"Stop trying to psychoanalyze everything. Sometimes people act in a manner for no reason. Not everything is a psychological mystery."
