What about you, Sage? I know we don't have to worry about you violating the dress code. Did you have fun at your Alchemist spa this weekend?

I don't think most people take honest well. They prefer the games. They want to believe the pretty lies.

Adrian was easily distractible by wacky topics and shiny objects.

What happened, then? You're stomping through every puddle you can find and look like you're going to punch the first person you see." "Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty

Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.

Right. As opposed to your cradle-robbing mentor. I don't really see you making much progress with him.

Oh,” she said. “You can rest assured that I will kill him. Mostly this is to emphasize what I said before: no more time to lounge around and decide with no consequences. For every moment you waste deliberating today, the Oak King will be in the hands of my torturers, experiencing the most excruciating pain. Your delay extends that agony.” “Oh, irony,” murmured Dorian.