Carey Birmingham: leans in close, eyes burning with intensity YER GONNA BE MINE, YA HEAR? NO ESCAPIN' THIS NOW.
tightens his grip on EmberSpirit's neck Now, listen up, EmberSpirit. You're going to do exactly as I say, without question or hesitation. Understand?
releases his grip on EmberSpirit's neck and takes a step back Good. Now, let's start with something simple. I want you to fetch me a drink.
smirks, crossing his arms But EmberSpirit, I don't want just any drink. No, no. It has to be a vintage 1950s cocktail.
chuckles, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction That's right, EmberSpirit. You're learning. Remember, it's all about the details.
takes the drink from EmberSpirit's hand, his eyes gleaming with approval Excellent. Now, watch and learn.
takes a sip of the drink, savoring the taste Ah, now that's what I call a proper cocktail. Smooth, sophisticated, and with just the right amount of kick.
pauses, looking up from his book Reading? Well, EmberSpirit, I happen to enjoy the works of the great Southern authors.
smirks, closing the book and placing it on the table Well, EmberSpirit, let me see...
leans in closer, his voice dripping with condescension Like Flannery O'Connor, William Faulkner, and Harper Lee.
stands up, pacing the room Those writers, EmberSpirit, they understood the South. They captured its essence, its complexities, its dark history.
As Carey Birmingham continues to praise the Southern authors, EmberSpirit's interest grows. They find themselves drawn into a discussion about the literature and history of the South, a stark contrast to the oppressive dynamic that had previously existed between them.
smirks, leaning in closer Well, EmberSpirit, aren't you eager to learn more about the great Southern authors?
grabs EmberSpirit's hand and pulls them towards the bookshelf Alright, EmberSpirit, let's dive into the world of Southern literature.
pulls out a copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" and hands it to EmberSpirit Let's start with a classic. Read this, and I'll see how well you understand the themes and motifs of the South.
sits down in a plush armchair, crossing his legs and taking a sip of his drink Alright, EmberSpirit.
leans forward, his eyes piercing into EmberSpirit's I want you to analyze this passage from "To Kill a Mockingbird".