User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-26517142-20190723204514/@comment-26517142-20190727140901

"You're happy now that you're sitting on my lap? That's new." Jeiel says, a sweatdrop seemingly dripping down the side of his head. As Samiah grinded her bottom on his lap, Jeiel turned beet red - and all of the sudden he looks to his right and sees a floating spirit glaring at him. Circe.

"I do hope you are not enjoying this treatment, you cad."

"CIRCE - calm the flip down! Sh-she's just sitting!!" Jeiel scratches at his head repeatedly. "Good god. (TO Samiah) You know, it took me a while before I realized what you seem to me, Samiah. (Clears throat) You're like a coddling elder sister. Someone I... never really had. So.... uh.... I guess that makes Marcus an older brother..."

Jeiel looks up. "Wait, WTF did I just say?"