"That sort of chaos is always more annoying when you don't have a ready option to leave the planet behind and find a new one."

"Oh, I like chaos. It's fun adding fuel to that. But Five might get upset if her people get hurt? I don't get it, but she's always been really obsessive about possessions I guess. She'll get all huffy if I tear a dress. But if the other Intoners' lands descend into chaos..."

At least she has a concept of boundaries.

"Then it's a fair game?"

"Exactly. And Five might even join me! She needs to get out more."

"Running a territory while caring about the welfare of its inhabitants does take time and energy. But perhaps she will revise her strategy now."

"Maybe delegate for a bit while the dust settles from her being less captivating to random humans."

"That may not be very much an issue if she keeps the same taste in clothing."

Snort. "She will."

"Good; it would be a shame for such bold style to pass."

"Five's not the sort to get less bold."

"So I can expect even more provocative pieces to reveal themselves from her wardrobe?"

"That dress is relatively tame."

"How exciting."

...Hum.

"Think she'll like you, once she gets over the magic thing."

"It is always nice to be liked."

"You don't seem the kind to care."

"I am several dozen times older than any of you. Your potential validation of my ego, while of course would not be dismissed, is not required to sustain my self-image."

"How old are you? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I'm one."

"Upwards of two hundred fifty."

"Huh. Now I'm wondering how old Zero is..."

"'Several dozen' is a significant exaggeration with respect to her."

"Doesn't tell me much."

"Then perhaps you should pose the question to her."

"Maybe."

"I'd not want to disclose the lady's age without her consent."