The moment she heard Cassius's voice, Joy's expression changed.
The soft, vulnerable woman who had been cooing at animals moments ago vanished like mist in the morning sun.
In her place stood the Saintess of Judgment once more. Cold. Composed. Unreadable.
She stared at him for a long while. The man standing so smugly in front of her, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips.
Then she let out a deep sigh and rubbed her eyes like she had a massive headache.
When she pulled her fingers down, her gaze was flat.
"...How much did you hear?"
Her voice was flat. Toneless. The voice of someone who already knew the answer and was just going through the motions.
Cassius didn't answer immediately. He put on a thoughtful expression, rubbing his chin like a professor considering a complex philosophical question.
"How much did I hear?" He tilted his head. "Well, let's see. Let me think. Let me think."
He dragged it out. Deliberately. Enjoying every second.
Joy's eye twitched.
