"It is a pity, isn't it? I say we go find some educated and powerful women and help them feel empowered, what do you say, Reveller? Can your Minion get time off, Prophet Sah?"
"That depends," Solomon said, tilting his head toward the mischievous flutter of Dexter's banner. "If you're thinking of China Sorrows, I want to be there to overhear it when she laughs at you for thinking she needs men to feel empowered."
"Vex, Ravel, you've been a bad influence on this man," Corrival grumbled, and then moved on briskly to the topic at hand. "So Satan's going to arrive on Walpugisnacht. Or before it, which means any time in the next two weeks. Well, it's a timeframe all right, but it doesn't help us much if he gets here in the next few hours."
"I wonder if we can get one of the angels put an alarm on the universe," Dexter mused.
"'Neener neener neener, the Devil is imminent?'" Solomon asked, amused, and the banner rippled.
"Did you just imitate an alarm, Prophet Wreath? Are you sure you're as dignified as you look? I'd hate for your subordinates to get an inaccurate impression of you."
"I'm practising relating to my minions on their level," Solomon said with a straight face. "Now, if we're done sweet-talking my computer, are we going to figure out what we're going to do about this imminently arriving Devil or are we going to let the Reveller continue to be an exhibitionist with robotics?"
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"That depends," Solomon said, tilting his head toward the mischievous flutter of Dexter's banner. "If you're thinking of China Sorrows, I want to be there to overhear it when she laughs at you for thinking she needs men to feel empowered."
"Vex, Ravel, you've been a bad influence on this man," Corrival grumbled, and then moved on briskly to the topic at hand. "So Satan's going to arrive on Walpugisnacht. Or before it, which means any time in the next two weeks. Well, it's a timeframe all right, but it doesn't help us much if he gets here in the next few hours."
"I wonder if we can get one of the angels put an alarm on the universe," Dexter mused.
"'Neener neener neener, the Devil is imminent?'" Solomon asked, amused, and the banner rippled.
"Did you just imitate an alarm, Prophet Wreath? Are you sure you're as dignified as you look? I'd hate for your subordinates to get an inaccurate impression of you."
"I'm practising relating to my minions on their level," Solomon said with a straight face. "Now, if we're done sweet-talking my computer, are we going to figure out what we're going to do about this imminently arriving Devil or are we going to let the Reveller continue to be an exhibitionist with robotics?"