"Or maybe. I use my witchcraft for more important things like keeping Princess McMuffet of Scotland healthy," Emerson muttered, sniffling dramatically. "Words hurt too, Roxy. Words hurt too. Besides. Piper thinks I'm attractive. Right Piper? This is your master demanding that you say yes."
The witch held his very manly pink candle, watching Roxy and the rest of the newcomers with sort of a lazy interest. He stifled a fake yawn on purpose, pretending to be bored. Noticing Kaegan, he grinned and waved. "Finally! The odds are even. The men against the women. Come on, Kaegan. Let's ritual the shit out of these two."