"Arthur... I think I am in love."
Evangline's voice echoed through the dim dungeon corridor.
Arthur slowly turned toward her.
A faint, smug smile appeared on his face as he looked into her magenta eyes and deliberately acted shy.
"I knew this day would come."
He opened his arms slightly.
"Let us start with a kiss."
Bam!
A fist struck Arthur directly in the face.
Arthur staggered backward, clutching his cheek.
"Ow!"
He looked at Evangline with a wounded expression.
"Is that how you express your love?"
Evangline raised the modified Desert Eagle in her hand.
"Not with you, you idiot."
Her eyes sparkled as she admired the weapon.
"I am in love with these bullets."
Arthur's smile disappeared.
Evangline grinned.
"After we leave this dungeon, I'll make you sign a contract."
"What contract?"
"You'll provide me with a lifetime supply of these bullets."
"I reject."
Evangline's mouth fell open.
Then she pointed at herself indignantly.
