After Circe arrived home, she headed straight to the basement.

“Nervous, dear?”

He flushed: “Yes?”

“Oh, I met the most interesting woman today. You don’t happen to know her, do you? An Olive Specter…”

Circe enjoyed seeing him wriggling like a worm while he searched for an innocent answer.

“It’s… it’s just someone I met… I always come back, you know that! I won’t run away, I promise!”

“Don’t be silly, of course I know that.”

“You won’t tell him?”

“No, I won’t. Don’t worry, he won’t hurt you, dear.”

Circe smirked. Their test subject was an idiot and a fool at that.