Raven: I love my wife. Now she’s barely in her grave and you’re presenting me with some weird physical ghost of her? I’m a mage; do you know what I could do to you? Do you have any idea what I’m going to do with this…abomination?
The Abomination: Hey! What did you call me? ::checks tag:: Oh, you did not just do that; I am not an abomination! You take away my best friend, saddle me with the angriest man in the world, and now this? You better–
Raven (sweetly): Does “chimera” work better, sweetheart, or is the word too complicated for that pretty little head of yours?
The Abomination: I…you…I’m gonna-- ::glares at author:: This is all your fault!
Raven: Ooh, someone didn’t get her beauty sleep. Maybe you should go pout in your room. Away from me. Far away. Or you could just go back home.
The Abomination: Any more of your conversation would infect my brain, you stuffed cloak-bag of rank, maggot-strewn guts. ::stomps off::
Raven: ::blinking:: Did she…was that Shakespeare? ::wanders off to look it up::
Author: Well, that went far better than expected…