Sylas looked down at the Basilisk Skin Armor and shook his head. He had to admit, that ever since they were young, Cassarae had always been good at this sort of thing. Teasing him, that is. Even if she couldn't win a battle of words-which was certainly not a given considering her sharp tongue-she had plenty of other ways to win.
Looking away from it finally, he found Cassarae's triumphant gaze. It really didn't matter what he said at this point, the winner of this round was quite obvious.
If she could just keep doing this, maybe he would never win at all.
But then again, Sylas wasn't one to keep taking losses.
He directly sent over another 500 million F-Coins.
"Just a little tip for the show."
Cassarae was so stunned her eyes opened wide. It looked for a moment like her tongue might fall out of her mouth.
"You cheeky little... SYLAS BROWN! Do you think I'm some stripper?!"
Sylas blinked in confusion as though he was completely innocent.
"Aren't you? Something something wheelchairs and baby arms?"
Cassarae froze as she vaguely remembered saying something like that when her parents were around. She didn't remember half of that rant because she had just been spewing any bullshit she could think of that would piss Sylas off, but then he ended up saying that line about killing anyone who stood in his way and she didn't even know how to reply to that.
"You son of a bitch, you know that-!" Cassarae stopped talking as she realized she had just fallen into a trap.
"I know what, now?" Sylas asked.
Cassarae grit her teeth. She looked like she wanted to peel a layer of skin off Sylas' face. This bastard was really starting to get on her last nerve.
"I didn't get paid to do any of that," she said through grinding teeth. "I did it of my own free will. A girl has needs."
She was too angry to sound very convincing at all. And how could she feel any other way? It felt like she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. It was completely infuriating.
"In that case, my apologies. Just take it as a token of appreciation, then. I can see that you're not used to this. Could it be that they didn't know your worth?"
Cassarae was gritting her teeth so hard the grinding practically echoed.
"Keep talking like that and I'll snip your balls off."
Sylas only smiled and didn't reply. That was enough teasing for today.
"Protect yourself. How is your affinity with ice?"
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