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Sophie knew it very well. Howl was a big, spoiled, and capricious child. But, even though she knew it, Sophie couldn't believe what the wizard was asking her.
"Will you do it?" Howl asked for the fifth time that day.
"No," Sophie replied frankly.
She considered herself sane enough not to fulfill his extravagant request. She wasn't going to indulge the wizard any more than he already was. And luckily, Michael wasn't there, so there was no one to do what he ordered.
"Okay," he just said. "Then don't blame me if I send the castle very far away..."
Sophie opened her mouth, indignant. Leaving an alarmed and incredulous snort.
"Oh, well..." she said, when Howl thought he would be the winner, she added, "Do it."
Howl was now indignant.
"I can't believe you're doing this to me," and the person addressed couldn't believe the audacity the wizard had, who turned his neck to one side without being able to look at her. After a few seconds, he turned his neck back in her direction and this time it seemed like he was going to start crying. "Sophie, please," he asked, though it didn't seem like a plea. "It hurts," while trying to assume a helpless and pitiful image.
"No," Sophie repeated firmly.
"I relieved the aches you had when you were an old lady," he replied.
"And do the same with yours!" she shouted. "Don't think I'm going to do it."
"I don't have aches, it just hurts!" Howl said, hurt that she considered him an old man. "Please, Sophie!"
She looked at him sternly, planted her feet firmly on the ground, and looked at him fixedly before saying for the fifth time that day, "Howl, I'm not going to give you a foot massage!"