"Bond, how foolish can you be?" They said, voice calm as ever.
"EH?!" Bond shot up from his seat, aghast. "You weren't moved by my story just now?!"
"I'm not referring to that pitiful tale." Gabi'el's gaze locked onto him, steady and piercing. "Why would you let such an individual out of your sight? There is no other mortal with that level of magic power—there has never been anyone… except for Namadris and his wife, Veeshamé."
Bond stroked his chin thoughtfully before muttering, "But my mansion…?"
Gabi'el's voice remained soft, but the weight of their words was absolute. "Mention your mansion one more time, Bond, and I will make it a relic of the past this instant."
Bond stiffened.
He knew Gabi'el was honest.
"Y-Yeah. My bad. I shouldn't have let someone as wild as Alicia out of my notice." He hung his head in feigned dejection—before perking up with a grin. "Ah, but she's with someone in Pison I trust!"