So was Molly calling him stupid. Plenty of things much, much stronger than Molly Carpenter had tried to destroy him during the considerable length of time Saerian had existed. There was not a single thing she could do that would scare or upset him.
Or, really, harm him. Not even in a dream. Certainly not since the Partners had helped him out.
He shook his head.
He viewed this as rather intelligent. He'd never met most of the people he was currently invading, while they slept. But they'd tip so much to him, unconsciously, before he even set eyes on them that it would make exploiting their weaknesses that much easier.
And controlling them that much easier.
Suddenly, Molly was no longer idly sitting in the chair, but strapped to it.