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Asmodean is sitting calmly in a well-cushioned chair. He is reading the Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

His harp rests nearby.

Come by and discuss literature with him.

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Lilly eyes the book.

"Coleridge? Isn't he the guy who couldn't spell rhyme? And wrote about people who only drank bottled water or something?"

Asmodean let out a slight sigh.

"I believe that you are referring to the Rime of the Ancient Mariner."

"Water, water everywhere, get this bard a drink," Lilly replies, smiling. "Got it in one. So you like the poetry, huh?"

Asmodean raised his eyebrows.

"It is a habit that I picked up from a companion of mine. She liked to read poetry."

A distance appeared in his eyes.

"Is this a companion you fed to monsters or one whose blood you boiled?"

Asmodean shook his head.

"No, I stabbed her with a blade of air."

Lilly nods.

"You certainly get around, Jaz. So, have you ever dated anyone you haven't killed in some nasty yet inventive way?"

Asmodean thought for a moment.

"I do not believe so..."

He paused.

"Would you like to go out for coffee, Lady Lilly?"

"Thanks, but you're not even on my list of people I'd want to date, or people I'd want to have kill me. Better luck next time, sai."

Asmodean shrugged slightly, and turned his eyes to the book. His voice is so very calm.

"You crush me, Lady Lilly."

"Like your friend who threw you down the steps? Does that mean we're best buds now too? If so, I guess I'll be seeing you later, buddy!"

Lilly grins impishly and wanders off again.

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