"I am not. I rarely jest without purpose." Coriel's lips curled up wider, as if promising more politeness. It held an opposite meaning to Manasseh's eyes.
"Jest? Then did that bout when you manipulated me into action, sent the whole town into a frenzy, your purposeful jest as well?" Manasseh's brows furrowed, frustrated, pained that the scientist hung her corpse dry for a mere 'jest'.
"Oh, I do not take you for a person who refused to let go of...such minor perturbation." Coriel tilted her head further, amused by her subject's retort.
"And do not forget. I merely present you with a path that you will partake in. Do you not agree that, in the end, it is your choice, not mine, that matters?"
"You knew full well my mind was cornered at the time, Dragon. I am far from stupid, having to deal with your partnership for the last fifteen years, Coriel."
