<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">His face grew even more incredulous as she talked. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“It...sounds like a perfect relationship.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99"> That isn’t possible, no one can have a perfect relationship. If there is one thing being an agent of Dimir had taught him it was that every bond, every relationship, and every person had a flaw. There was always a spot that could be worried at, where enough time and effort could cause a crack. “</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">I refuse to believe that there is nothing wrong. That there is nothing there to exploit.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99"> He looked at her with a fire in his eyes, a glare on his face. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“You just couldn’t find anything useful, so you are feeding me this shit. I will not be made a fool of like this.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99"> He stood up, his elven frame lithe and agile, and started pacing in front of his desk.</span>