"See here," I said to him as I took a bite from my canape, "The problem is, men are just… men."
He raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his wine. Blood red, as he liked it.
"I mean…" I looked at him exasperatedly, "I don't even know how to say it. You'll understand, you are a man."
He raised another eyebrow, "And what makes you think that?"
"That you are a man? Well it's obvious, right? You and your testosterone-fueled 'lets-go-destroy-the-world' attitude."
"Excuse me," he replied with a laugh, "but some women also did that. I did not remember you balk out from getting sacrifices."
I waved my hand impatiently at him. "Oh posh," I said, "You know what I mean."
"I do, but at the same time I don't," he reached out to one of the canapes, took one careful bite before devouring it whole.
"Misery and Fear," I said proudly, "That's what my chef called it. I asked him to specifically create the meal for you."
He took another one and laughed at my smirking face. "I must say," he mused, "You are an interesting host."
"Anything for the great Cthulhu himself," I bowed my head prettily at his compliment, "You can't expect me to serve anything less."
He reclined in his seat and smiled contentedly. "What do you want from me?"
"Me? Nothing. Just someone to chat with."
"You humans always want something. And don't you have girlfriends to chat with? Someone your age?"
"Zuul is off to this city called New York," I said sullenly. "She always said 'There is only Zuul', which is so true. Nobody is more selfish than she is."
"It's summer, dammit," I continued, "Instead of ravaging the beachside I have to stay here by myself just because she wants to hook up with the KeyMaster. Ugh."
He shook his head sadly but I can see his grin from behind the tentacles. "And your dragon girl?"
"Off to some wars. She said I can't come because it's a family issue. Three dragons and I can't even borrow one."
"Dragons are complicated creatures," he commented while pouring another glass of wine.
I heaved my breath. "I know, but hers are so beautiful though."
"Why aren't you with your boyfriend? I thought you were engaged a few centuries back?"
"I returned the ring to him. To be fair, I threw it on his face and he couldn't catch it, so it fell in the lake instead. He then made up a story about a giant war to cover it up."
"Not fanciful enough for you? He was pretty loaded, no?"
"Oh yeah, vast kingdom and such. One ring to rule them all indeed. I can only do things that he liked or he wanted. And the all-seeing eyes? He's not just observing his 'enemies'. No indeed."
He laughed heartily at this. I pout handsomely, "You are not supposed to laugh." It made him laugh even harder.
"That's why he stopped talking to me," he said after he finally managed to stop laughing. "I can't believe you got the best of him and not the other way around."
"Hmmpff," I grumbled, "I can't believe you matchmake me with him."
"You may have set yourself a standard too high," he said, "I did introduce you to that prince who hangs with Masters of the Universe."
"Mr. Steroid-I-am-too-sexy-for-myself dude?"
"And the Starlord,"
"A broke-ass thief."
"The Xenocide,"
"Which turns into a hermit. Come one, it's only one race that he put to extinction, enough with the guilt trip already."
"Wait, weren't you with him for quite a while?"
To his credit, I actually blushed. He read my face before laughing so hard it cracked the crystal goblets, "It's the ansible, Jane, is it?"
"Oh you know what," I furiously answered, feeling the heat from my face, "It was just a one-date thing!"
"I distinctively remember you were hanging out at Lusitania for longer than just one night,"
"Can we change the subject now?"
"What happened?"
"You won't let me go, would you?"
He answered by sipping his wine with a smirk.
"She… wants a man."
He looked at me for a while before reaching out to let the tip of our fingers touch.
"I am fine now," I said with a forced smile. He smiled back at me.
"There is a rumored rising star in the wizarding world in the far land," he told me, "In the position where he could defeat the dark lord of his era."
I cringed. "I've heard about him. The lightning scar actually sounds attractive, but I am no pedophile."
He cocked his eyebrow, "Oh please, you weren't *this* picky when you arrange the Game. I know what you did to the tributes."
I raised my chin and smiled defiantly, "Considering most of them will not see the end of the day, you can say I actually did them a good service."
"Oh, I am sure you did," he chuckled.
"Oh, shut up," I blushed again.
"A good cover up for sacrifices, by the way. Pity they ended it."
I sighed. "Time change, doesn't it?"
"You didn't," he smiled, "Here we are, still trying to find a partner for you."
"I only invite you for an afternoon soiree. Good chat, wonderful wine, delicious bites."
"And you trying to pry if I have anyone left in stock."
"Can't blame a girl for trying."
He chuckled. "I like how you think," he said, "I like how you think."
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Made with love for #EmbraceYourGeeknessDay
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