Ciridia straightened up and cleared her throat.

"No. I don't feel like playing anymore. Time to be serious."

She flipped ehr hair back, whoch was starting to hurt her neck. maybe she needed to get it cut...

"Oh come now. You wanted to play rough to rough me up a bit as revenge for what I did, didn't you?"

"No."

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"It's somethign in the air. Getting me all weird."

"Fine. Like what? What kind of thing can make you weird?.. well, weirder I guess."

"Dunno. It's just heightening urges."

She fanned herself and smiled alittle.

D'Artigo raised his eyebrow that was exposed. "Oh? And what urges might those be? Do tell Lyca."

Ciridia turned an odd shade of red.

"Keep your nose in your own business!"

"Lyca, you know that I'm not to one with the sensitive nose here. It's not going to help me with anything."

She frowned at him.

"You better be glad I have good self control."

"Why Lyca? What are you trying to control. It's okay, you can tell me."

"Nooooo-hoooo!"

She took a step away.

"But I tell you this - things can hurt on the inside if you stay closed." D'Artigo shrugs, moving no closer.

"Pish posh!"

Ciridia smiled.

"Not everything is evil!"

She suddenly got a disgusted look on her face.

"Oh my god. I'm too happy!"

D'Artigo looked at her skeptically. "You're just one large bundle of uncertainty, aren't you? What is it now?"

"An image that went through my head."