[His cold sweat lasts only for as long as she has his hands on him. When she lets go, he lets her words sink in...
And then he laughs. It's a sincere sound, and yet, at the same time, it seems to border on hysterical. When it dies down, he looks at her the way a racer would look at a track they're eager to conquer.
This time, he won't bother struggling against the Mistress's curse. Instead, he gives her an oddly fond wave before he turns to walk away.
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And then he laughs. It's a sincere sound, and yet, at the same time, it seems to border on hysterical. When it dies down, he looks at her the way a racer would look at a track they're eager to conquer.
This time, he won't bother struggling against the Mistress's curse. Instead, he gives her an oddly fond wave before he turns to walk away.
... Now where the hell did that cow go?]