I may simply be an old paranoid fool.. yet speaking 'technically', I did just have my seventeen-hundredth birthday.. but honestly, training my puppy against me? Subtle.. very, very subtle.. I'll give you that! I've noticed the gnaw'd bits on my coffin. Know where that 'box' came from? A gift from a Persian princess! Oh, but I'm not here to name-drop. Point is.. I suddenly feel like the third wheel in this arrangement. *looks down to see his puppy sprawled out on Sybl's feet* Et tu, Morticia? Et tu?
Oh well, I hear there's a sale on Basilisks somethwhere in Eastern Europe. Maybe it's time for a change. Later, Green Eyes!