The adept’s lips curled back, showing little slashes of swollen pink through the grey. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, I was dicking around in the basement. You didn’t need to get involved. You did just what I was afraid you would do, which was to remove me from a situation that I didn’t need to be removed from.” “Didn’t need—? What, you were having a nap of your own free will?” “I was recuperating—” “Balls you were.”
