Ah, she plays him like a prodigy virtuoso, tinkling away on her little claviature. "A spell, mh? I suppose you could say that. He did a magical thing, Prometeo, messing with the gods. And they didn't like that. Gods are never too happy when we tiny ants meddle in their affairs."
Her hair colour undulates again. Beautiful.
He lowers his glance at her praise. "Can you do spells as well?"