"Also, said little mermaid's name is pronounced differently than how Ariel's is pronounced," Amadeus felt inclined to point out since Ariel himself was not here to do it himself. He was all too aware of how much the comparison annoyed his lover. The rest of it though she was certainly not wrong about. "I am indeed a very lucky man to have managed to catch the likes of him. Though he may argue on who did the catching." Amadeus couldn't help the grin on his face as he said it.
He took in the shift in her body and the look on her face behind the glasses. A lot could be said about a Toreador with a natural resting bitch face. They were by far more terrifying than those with the sweet angelic faces. Who would ever take a cherub-faced Toreador seriously while they were questioning you—or ripping your spleen out.
"You can start whenever you're ready to escape this fifth level of Hell that you have found yourself in."