Teddybear

"You created a slave to replace you. How...unethical."

"Your professional background is really all I need to know about you."

"If your age has diminished your capacity for your craft so much, then I believe you should consider retiring."

"So you have not bothered to commit a single one to memory."

"I put a virus sample at your station. Please, put up your wards to avoid contamination and begin the spells you've written for this. One of us 'aught to have ...

"Yes, a while ago."

"Then what's with the personal questions," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"Transmutation, primarily. I'm finishing up the last of the preparations."

She laughed. "What are you, my therapist?"

"Good morning," Kivvien said pleasantly, not looking up from his work.

"I'm on top of the world," she said, somewhat sarcastically, "I'm the heir to a massive fortune, renowned in the world of ballet, I have everything. What's to dislike about ...

Kivvien returned to work.

Kivvien studied him. "I see. Go on then, I won't keep you."

"I disagree but whatever."

"But do you want to be?"