"Merlin, Merlin, Merlin. Oh yes, we've met a few times before." She was sniffing it. There was a delicious and familiar feeling of jealousy in the air. It was something that felt old, all too much like ugly sensations that she knew from her fast. It was like wearing an old, well worn glove. So easy to tweak if she wanted...

"But I doubt he finds me all that fascinating compared to someone as powerful and beautiful as you. Still, no need to be rude. Parse Mizuashi. And now you have me at a disadvantage, yes?"