<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;well how does he know if he hasn’t tried…&gt;</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> a faint smirk danced across her lips at his words.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;don't you DARE ask that.&gt;</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">it only took a glance for him to get her to once again bite her tongue. </span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"><br/>
Ayla sighed silently before she looked around, being the only one of the two who had studied abjuration in any detail. And even so, what she was seeing simply caused her eyes to hurt.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “This… this is damned impressive…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she breathed, suitably appreciative of his hard work and investment.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Did you just get bored or something?”</span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><br/>
&lt;I give up. Now you’re just trying to push buttons…&gt;</span></i>