“Oh, those eyes. Those lovely, spellcasting eyes. How they’ve haunted me. If only you knew the power they’ve always held over me. Maybe then you wouldn’t be so cruel, little witch.” “You have no right to talk to me about cruelty, you hypocrite. And don’t call me a witch. You know I hate that.” “Of course I know. That’s why I said it.”
This was going so well before the cliche MMC barged in with his eye-rolling dialogue.
