Omake: Unclad Daedra
"I told you to stop the Divines damned singing and you won't, now you try and drop a tree on me! You'd be more useful to me as a soul gem!"
You shrug, to the sound of crystal grating on crystal, and reply "I can't really fathom how a soul gem could have saved you from the bandit sorceress earlier. Let's be frank here: I am anything but the worst you could have ended up summoning with a spell beyond your power and understanding."
"Really?" Asks your summoner, outrage writ large on her features. "Because I am having trouble picturing anything worse than... whatever you are... right now!"
You tilt your helmeted head. "Summoning above your mastery is a dangerous business. If you weren't lucky, you would have summoned an unbound daedra, or worse, you could have summoned an unclad daedra!"
"What?" Asks your summoner, her anger suddenly transmuted into jncomprehension. "Is that... a thing that happens!?"
"Oh yes!" You assure her. "You have no idea how lucky you are to have me! Imagine what would have happened if you had a cidentally summoned an unclad Xilivai! Picture it! A hulking figure in perfectly chiselled, muscular ebon flesh, piercing red eyes that look directly into your soul, every inch exposed and moving with a fluid feline grace- Does the image not fill you with dread?!"
Coming out of your tirade and regarding her, you blink in surprise to see her blushing and looking dreamily off to one side, a faint smile about her lips.
Frowning under your helmet, you repeat yourself a touch louder. "I said: Does that not fill you with dread?!"
Snapping out of it, she turns back to you, saying "Oh, yes, sure. Totally. Completely and utterly filled... With dread, yes."
"Are you sure?" You ask, in tones of confusion. "I didn't know that blushes were a sign of mortal dread."
She blushes even harder at that, turning a deep crimson. "Shut up! Stupid daedra, what do you know about human emotions?"
"Less than I thought, it seems." You admit. "So being asked about your blushes fills you with dread?"
She starts to reply with something biting, but cuts herself off and thinks for a moment, before replying in a calmer voice. "Actually, yeah, it kinda does."
"Ah, so that explains it." You say happily, and the two of you fall silent for a while.
"So what were we doing again?
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I was suddenly struck by an amusing image of how things might go down if the Knight of Order had made the "unclad daedra" comment, and decided to run with it.