- Rude, - the blonde said in a low pleasant voice and lit a pipe. Her tobacco was cherry-sweet, like marijuana.

"I don't care," the man replied.

“You shouldn't have run away from Dispater. Your character has become quite bad, - she noticed and smiled affectionately at the redhead.

She didn't see it. She dutifully looked at her master without blinking.

"Many have been leaving the walls of Dispater lately," the blonde added cryptically.

“Freedom is my hobby,” the man said curtly.

He was irritated.

“And I thought your hobby was madness,” the young woman intoned. “You used up too much shade. Poor Dark Scarecrow. It was not easy for...