The boy stood silent for a long moment. Just like me earlier, he was staring at Mistress with intense focus. Far too much focus, in my opinion.
"So, kid? Lost your tongue?"
"E-Eh?! Oh! It's just... Ow!!!"
"That's right. *thud* Lost your tongue? *thud* Suddenly not so chatty. *thud* Don't you have something to say? *thud* Huh? *thud* Don't you have something to do? *thud*"
"Hey! Stop kicking me!"
"Liar. dull thud I'm not kicking you. dull thud"
"Ow! You're doing it again! Why are you so mad?"
"Liar. dull thud I'm not mad. dull thud"
"L-Liar! You're totally mad!"
"I wonder... If someone found your remains in bags at the bottom of a lake, would they trace it back to me?"
The smile Mistress gave at that moment was more terrifying than all her previous threats combined. Maybe she really shouldn't have taken off her mask after all...
"Well? Are you going to introduce yourself or what?"
"Oh! Sorry."
