Pavel and Katja watch from the window as Phaedra gets up in Cheth's face, gesturing and showing her teeth. Cheth is taken aback, and clutches his scone.
Phaedra: First you say you want to collect us once we fail to find this... THINGAMAJIG. But then you do all these things to HELP us? You WANT us to succeed?! No more games, Cheth: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?
Cheth looks down, surprised. He says nothing.
Suddenly he shrugs, looking playfully off to the side. He smiles, showing sharp vampiric teeth, and throws his hands up in the air.
Cheth: I'm giving you all a sporting chance...?
Phaedra sits back down, and sips from her teacup. She closes her eyes angrily.
Phaedra: Like HELL.
She mutters to herself.
Phaedra: Maybe I should just SIT here until New Year's—
Without warning, Cheth bounds onto the desk, his cape and finery billowing around him. He knocks the lamp over, sends the scone flying, and pushes Phaedra back in her chair. Her tea spills and her hair flutters. Cheth slams his hands down on the desktop, and yells desperately, his hair getting tousled and sweat flying from his worried brow.