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You should know by now, I love the games that are always in store when I make you angry.

Oh hush.

. . . “There is nothing to speak of that concerns me.”

Cherry red lips parted with a gasp. Whilst she absolutely dodged that notion. “We are speaking of 𝐶𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑒 and her learning the ire of her ways.”

Cue her hues widening 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦. “I would happen to just admit that I indeed have naught seen hide or hair of the certain hybrid in 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.”

“As long as your face graces my face every now and then, I’d be happy.” He snickered.

That's no fun

And why do you want to kill him

A dainty shrug of her shoulders was given. “I know naught for I’ve only seen his 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 scurrying out of our home yet it seems as if she has followed my lead and relinquished any longing for Mikaelson men.”

Are you afraid where my mind would wander to afterwards? All the nasty little things I’d do to you. . . .

It’s as though you’re trying to seduce me.

“So they /are/ indeed amongst us,” she nodded solemnly, only to dart her gaze to the mouth of the hallway where surely they hid. “Nevertheless,” her emerald hues landing back upon CeCe. “Circe has been making sultry eyes at another gentleman caller.”

What does time out entail?

Oh you don’t mean that.