"But... don't you have the Villain?" the System asked, genuinely confused. "Isn't your husband literally the most beautiful man in the entire capital?"
Heena shot up, pointing an accusatory finger at the glowing lion.
"Listen to me very carefully," Heena snapped, diving straight into profound, degenerate philosophy. "The chicken you cook at home is never, ever as majestic as the spicy chicken they sell on the streets! Okay? Fine! Yes, he is handsome. He is gorgeous, he is ethereal, and all of that absolute aesthetic nonsense. But other men are damn gorgeous, too! The home-cooked pulse is never as exciting as the expensive feast at a restaurant!"
