Wayne: (=_=)
"Lady Collins, this wasn't on my schedule. Are you adding scenes on your own?"
Wayne smiled at Yvette, and without having to speak, he received an encouraging look that meant she was telling him to go ahead boldly for the sake of the nation and not to be shy.
Wayne: "Lady, look carefully, she's about to devour someone!"
Yvette: "Young man, don't say such terrible things to your elders."
Philomena watched the exchange of glances between them with a smile, but her anger grew. Damn Windsor, did she really think Philomena was such a shameless woman!
Her gaze shifted to Wayne.
The goodwill of the Magic Department, huh?
Heh, she gladly accepted it.
Philomena, feigning a drunken state of being overwhelmed by alcohol, left the white office building with the gentlemanly support of Wayne. During their departure, she misstepped several times, stepping directly on Wayne's feet.
"Sorry, I've drunk a bit too much, Mister Wayne. Are you alright?"
"It's what I deserve."