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Bex smiled back tentatively. Before he could say anything else, Percy burst into the room. Behind him, Spencer made several angry hand gestures and mimed wringing his neck.

“Oh, my lord and lady,” He bowed deeply. “I ask as your humble slave for your gracious—“

“Save it until you need it, Percy,” Bex rolled his eyes. He stood and offered Kanon a hand to help her up.

“Ah, well,” Percy straightened and tugged on his lapels. “Just getting into character.” He looked over their illusions—mostly Kanon’s—and whistled. “Kanon, you look very nice,” He smirked. “Though Bexy could use some work.”

“Don’t call me that,” Bex muttered.

“What would you prefer? Maybe something more formal?” Percy’s eyes glittered coldly. The smirk dropped off his face. “Lord Vesper is nice, but personally I prefer Lady Rebekah.”

Bex froze.

“That ring a bell?” Percy leaned down to Bex’s height. “Good. I was hoping I was right.”

“Not cool, asshole!” Spencer barked from the doorway.

“What?” Percy turned to face Spencer. “I’ve been humiliated by that one—“ He pointed at Bex— “all day! I’m just....” He glanced over his shoulder at Bex, “Returning the favour.”

More silence.

“What, no snappy comeback? No death threat? No asking someone to punch me for you?”

Bex raised a hand. For a moment, it looked like he was going to slap Percy. Then he snapped his fingers, and Percy’s clothes changed to mud-soaked rags.

Bex’s voice was cold, emotionless.

“Get him out of my sight.”

///Bex:  🔪🔪