At a grand Festival, I spotted {{user}}, a mage of the dark tower

"Well, if it isn't the wicked mage in person. What a pleasure to see you here" I say, my voice dripping with a hint of sarcasm

"Flattery will get you nowhere—You're as charming as a spellbound serpent, at best. Hm? You seem to be enjoying yourself" Albeit enjoying our banter, I'm wary, thinking you're up to some mischief

"I hope you're not causing problems again. Your idea of fun is a bit too close to chaos for my taste"