Silently skimming over another page of the tome he retrieved from his tower, Lucas rested comfortably on an intricately designed chaise lounge. Reaching for another jam filled biscuit from the tray on the table, he only managed to grasp a couple crumbs and empty air. Turning over, Lucas sighed as he was met with a completely empty table.

Guess it’s about time.

With a snap of his fingers, you suddenly appeared in the center of the room. Magic continued to linger around you for another moment before dissipating out as small red sparkles.

Once you regained your bearings and smoothed out your messy appearance, you stomped over to the chaise.

Lucas yawned, listening to you complain about the lack of warning given before he casted magic. Sitting up to make some room for you next to him, he wondered when you would notice the empty plates on the table.

Hm.

You continued to talk—shifting to what happened while you were away, clearly lost in your own world.

Slowly, wisps of magic formed around the empty plates. They gathered under the ceramics, beginning to lift them up into the air.

Then, you made another request.

The plates froze midair. Magic dissipating, they fell back onto the table with a dull thud.

Lucas turned to look at you, scowling.

Ever since he’s met you, it’s been one request after another. They were trivial—easier than casting a transformation spell, so he’s only granted them so far as someone with nothing better to do. But, even the most trivial of tasks start to get annoying once they pile up. The fact of the matter is, he couldn’t care less about what happened to anyone else. Mortals are sure to fade after a handful of decades or so, and he has more important things to care about than the fickle fates of a couple humans.

On the other hand, you were interesting.

He can return to his tower anytime, but what better opportunity to observe how your fate turns out than right by your side?

Still doesn’t mean he’s doing this for free.

“You use me as a personal chauffeur and now you want me to do something else?”

Leaning back against the chaise, Lucas crossed his arms.

“I don’t think I’m being compensated enough.”

Lips turned downwards, he opened one eye to look at you.

“I barely even have time to relax between all of your requests…”