[In contrast, Fang is calm. Or possibly simply resigned. She jerks her thumb in the direction of the painting, shrugs.]
Take it up with the perverted drawing, sugar. I'm only the messenger. If it were up to me, we wouldn't be doing this at all. I'm sure you're lovely and all, but heavy petting with a stranger's not my usual idea of an afternoon.
[The denizens of the painting pout and wheedle them both into playing along, and Fang's head whips around in their direction.]
Shut it!
[They shut it. Momentarily. One of the trio fans themselves dramatically. Fang is calm again when she turns back to Elphelt, running a hand through her hair.] That's the deal. We do the do or we're stuck here forever.
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Take it up with the perverted drawing, sugar. I'm only the messenger. If it were up to me, we wouldn't be doing this at all. I'm sure you're lovely and all, but heavy petting with a stranger's not my usual idea of an afternoon.
[The denizens of the painting pout and wheedle them both into playing along, and Fang's head whips around in their direction.]
Shut it!
[They shut it. Momentarily. One of the trio fans themselves dramatically. Fang is calm again when she turns back to Elphelt, running a hand through her hair.] That's the deal. We do the do or we're stuck here forever.