"And the warmer the weather, the better the hunting," Flauros remarked calmly. At the man's next question, (s)he scowled just a little bit, and answered, "You try waking up as the bitch that shot and killed you for no good reason."
Granted, Flauros only knew that Lilly had shot George, thanks to the latter making it publicly known. There was also the small factor that Gabriel had imprisoned Flauros into that damned bronze pyramid for thousands of years. What difference did it make between one being killed, and one being imprisoned.
"Not really, no," Flauros said, obviously lying.
Obviously lying.
Shit! (s)he thought to her/himself. Not only did he look like his sister, but he was starting to adapt her personality.
And she wasn't all that good of a liar. In an attempt to salvage the situation, Flauros decided to try and reflect the questions off of him/herself. "What about you? Are you happy waking up as whoever you happen to look like today?"
There was a smile, a grin, and unbeknownst the Flauros, those damn eyes were now swirling just a touch more.