Seated in a cozy nook away from the lively crowd, Ivor and Hettie engaged in a playful exchange of words.
The pompous, egoistic, and rage-driven Ivor was nowhere to be found. Or rather, that side of him had been mellowed down to highlight the other aspects of his personality.
Sitting so close to her, Ivor couldn't resist expressing his admiration for Hettie's demonic beauty.
"You may think I'm stating the obvious, my dear. But your beauty could make even the most stoics blush," Ivor complimented, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Hettie responded with a devilish grin, "Well, you'd have to thank your friend. You wouldn't have said this to me if we had met in Purgatory," she said and chuckled.
