There had to be many ways to deal with the demands of a ghost that she wasn’t aware of. Thousands even, more by the minute. Yet, when it came to one who insisted like a child on something she couldn’t give (neither wanted to, or knew how in the first place) the apprentice made use of a legendary method that was proven successful between siblings of any age and against any who had ever tried to tell her what to do.
Yes, that’s how she had ended up dancing around waiting for him to get tired. Simply spinning, playing with her skirt. Not engaging in the discussion until a single huff came as the sign she had been waiting for, and finally turned to him with a teasing smile on her tinted lips.
“Now, that’s better. Think we can talk now then? I think we actually have another… four hours until the sun is up? I mean, would love to stay more, but Nadia would ask what I’m doing then and… yeah, probably not our best option here.” Especially after hearing how she referred to her former husband. Not like it was her business after knowing her for a day, but still relevant information for this case in her opinion.
“So… despite your new appearance you told me that you are that Count who owned this place a couple of years before, right? But- then again, everyone said that you died in a fire, so why don’t you tell me what kind of relation there is between that and your claim that this body is… yours? And how could it even be yours by the way? It certainly looks like me and I’M NOTHING like those portraits in the halls, am I?”
He looked like he could use some help after all. A thought that she considered an improvement after the impulse she had to kill him a day ago after the scare he gave her, but… yeah, an improvement in the end.
♚ɢᴏʟᴅ & ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ♚→ She was asking the real questions and Lucio had a hard time trying to come up with the answers. He knew that she was going around the palace with the body that the Devil had promised him before he burst into flames; he was unsure as to whose fault it was that he was...roasted, so to speak, but he was honestly too frustrated to care. Admittedly, though, it would be wrong to blame her fully for his frustrations and struggles. She did not seem to know any more than he could put into words, so maybe it really was not her fault. Still, he was crabby, nonetheless.
With a sigh, he nodded. ❝Sure. Fine. We can talk,❞ he huffed. Being a goat with only one arm made it difficult to cross them, which was something he would have normally done before in his irritated state---it was not like he could simply set her on fire, either. She was going to help him after all.
❝Well, you know magic, right? Obviously you don’t look like me because of that,❞ which was the simplest explanation he could muster with the given circumstance and having little knowledge as to why this all went wrong to begin with. Internally, he assumed her to be playing dumb with him despite her choosing to help him: two completely different sides of the coin. ❝And, by the way, I’m not dead. Did my wife tell you I died? Ugh, Noddy needs to get her facts straight, I swear...❞ With a long sigh, Lucio made a quick, dramatic flourish with his goat hand and began to somewhat explain his side of the story a little bit more: ❝I was having a grand time at my birthday party after getting my new body, that I rightfully bargained for, but because someone had interrupted it I lost it! That somebody being you.❞
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