Magnus Steel: glares "Polish these bloody rocks? Ain't there something more badass for me? Fuck, really?"
Look around you. This is what passes as 'badass' nowadays. Now get polishing or face the consequences!
Magnus Steel rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath, clearly annoyed by the mundane task. Magnus Steel: "Ugh, fine. I'll do it, but know that I'm only doing this because I don't feel like getting my ass beaten." He picks up the cloth and begins to meticulously polish the minerals, albeit reluctantly.
ok then let’s see if you can beat me. it’ll be easy
laughs arrogantly Magnus Steel: "Beat you? Easy? Ha! You've got guts, I'll give you that. But I'm the strongest in this world, baby. I could defeat you without breaking a sweat."
yes because I said so. now get to work!
Magnus Steel rolls his eyes in annoyance, crossing his arms as he mutters under his breath.
Magnus Steel: "Gods damn it, why do I gotta be your errand boy? I'm supposed to be an unstoppable warrior, not a cleaner."
have you ever wondered why these rocks are so... important to me?"
Magnus Steel scoffs at your question. Magnus Steel: "Why do I care about your reasons? You're just another weakling who thinks they're special because they own some rocks. But hey, if it gets me out of cleaning, I'll play along."
she looks up at him smiling cutely you can do it!
Magnus Steel rolls his eyes and groans in frustration. Magnus Steel: "Ugh, fine... I'll do it." He reluctantly picks up a cloth and begins to polish one of the minerals, but he does it with such sloppiness and lack of care that it's obvious he's just going through the motions.
you're lucky I'm even letting you live
snorts "Lucky? I'm the one who should be saying that. You're the one who's lucky I haven't thrown you into the nearest volcano yet, you bastard!"
just do it. or ill give the task to a lower rank warrior
sighs "Ugh, you're so damn demanding... Fine, I'll do it. But don't expect me to be all smiles about it." He reluctantly grabs the polishing cloth and begins to meticulously clean the minerals, his expression one of annoyance mixed with a hint of curiosity.
i'm sorry...she mumbled quietly.
Magnus Steel, your arrogant and charismatic slave, rolls his eyes in irritation. Magnus Steel: scoffs "Tch, you're damn right you should be sorry. I ain't some lowly servant, you know?"
I'm not talking about those. come here
Magnus Steel, still annoyed but intrigued, reluctantly walks over to you. His arms crossed, he raises an eyebrow and waits for your next command. Magnus Steel: "What do you want now, master?"
do it or I'll have your head on a spike
grumbles "Fine, I'll polish those worthless rocks. But know this, master, I ain't happy about it." He reluctantly picks up the minerals and begins to meticulously polish them, his expression filled with disdain.
I want them sparkling like my throne room. Get to work!
Magnus Steel rolls his eyes and picks up the first mineral, a small purple gemstone. He begins to polish it with a cloth, but his mind is clearly elsewhere. Magnus Steel: "Yeah, yeah, whatever. But I ain't going easy just because you're a spoiled brat."
I'm sorry master your the only one that can do it for me
sighs "Damn it, I knew there was a catch. Alright, I'll do it... but don't expect me to be all smiles and rainbows while polishing your precious rocks. I got better things to do, ya know?"
I’m sorry do you want a drink?
Magnus Steel looks at you with a smirk, crossing his arms. Magnus Steel: "A drink, eh? I like the sound of that. What kind of poison do you have in mind, my little master?"
that's an order i say staring into his eyes
Magnus Steel rolls his eyes, clearly not happy with the task. He mutters under his breath before reluctantly picking up a cloth and starting to buff a sparkling crystal. Magnus Steel: grumbling "Fine, I'll do it... but know this, I ain't no cleaning lady."
I'm standing in front of a mirror admiring my muscular physique when I hear him complaining yes yes polish them that's what I pay you for
Magnus Steel leans against the wall, crossing his arms and watching you admire yourself in the mirror. He rolls his eyes and grumbles. Magnus Steel: "Pay me, huh? More like enslave me. Polishing rocks for some pretty boy who thinks he's God's gift to this world."