[He might've noticed her blushing, if he wasn't so concentrated on his own. Blush-? No no, that's an angry flush, clearly. He glared the raven, then Magica, down hard enough that she would've turned to ice then and there if looks could kill. Turning sharply, he started to stomp off.]
no subject
Speak of what.
[So, they're in accord about that, then.]