"...... a bit- yeah"
-he leans against the (locked) door-
"What do you want"
"Oh honestly? To distract you. But more importantly, to inform you-He is mine."
"the hell he is!"
"Oh?"
"when, when did he ever say he was yours"
"That's not his choice to make."
"its entirely his choice!"
"Oh? Because as far as I can tell, he's under my spells."
"spells...?"
"You mean you didn't notice his fun little habit of turning into a swan...?"
