[Oh no, Euphie, you said one of Eridan's trigger words.] -- A spell? That's bullshit. Magic -- Magic isn't real no matter what anyone says around here!
[It takes him a moment to settle down, so that he can mull over the words she says to him. The more he thinks about them, however, the more a slight purple blush appears on his cheeks and he pokes his two index fingers together a bit.] So, then you... Pity me?