Just 'cause you have some fancy jewelry or a little magic-- [and then he does an odd little move, covering up his red eye and squinting a little before shaking himself] --doesn't make you the King of me or anything. So quit that, it's hurting my eyes.
[Basically, Sion's theatrics get the most unimpressed audience in three worlds here, because Nora grew up around excessively and unrealistically perfect people (they were all sealing spells anyway), and then got himself thrown on the doorstep of one, so all he's looking for is the catch.
Which arrives, right on schedule. There's the briefest of hesitations when Sion airs his tendency to eat demons -- he knows nothing about the ancient races, after all, and doesn't that rankle, even here -- but ultimately Nora's lip curls into something that's probably too wild to be called a smirk.]
And there's nothin' that can devour Cerberus, so you can do your worst, but don't cry when you lose!
[We're not really sure what Sion would be losing at here.]
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[Basically, Sion's theatrics get the most unimpressed audience in three worlds here, because Nora grew up around excessively and unrealistically perfect people (they were all sealing spells anyway), and then got himself thrown on the doorstep of one, so all he's looking for is the catch.
Which arrives, right on schedule. There's the briefest of hesitations when Sion airs his tendency to eat demons -- he knows nothing about the ancient races, after all, and doesn't that rankle, even here -- but ultimately Nora's lip curls into something that's probably too wild to be called a smirk.]
And there's nothin' that can devour Cerberus, so you can do your worst, but don't cry when you lose!
[We're not really sure what Sion would be losing at here.]