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"My dear ludex!" The Hydro Archon calls before he can finally leave, and to his consternation it halts him in his tracks.
That familar address, the way her tongue wraps around each syllable, teasing, yet tightly curling around each word—the perfect pitch to grate at his ears just so, that surely it must be deliberate after all these centuries.
Slowly, inevitably—as if pulled by a leash—he turns his head towards her again, and through his heavy tongue says "Yes, Lady Furina?"
The satisfied twist of her mouth shouldn't make him feel so content that he's pleased her.