"I'm the Crimson Witch, I can handle my own troubles.
You go deal with Adel!
This is an order, and also a form of protection."
"Mhm."
Murphy nodded.
But from the look on his face, he clearly didn't agree with Triss's goddamned theory of eternal time and lonely companionship.
I've said it before, he's a very traditional man.
Quickly though, Murphy noticed something strange; he reached out to grasp the blanket wrapped around Triss, and said softly:
"Why do you always keep it covered? Are you feeling cold...but that shouldn't be right, how could a vampire..."
He unveiled the blanket, paused for a moment, then quickly covered it back up.
Amidst Triss's teasing laughter, Murphy took a step back, coughed, and said:
"You're in the office! You crazy witch, what kind of conditions are these? How can you sleep naked?"
"Nonsense! Don't you see what time it is?"
Triss rolled her lovely eyes and stretched her body, saying:
