“You’re looking, but you don’t see.” The Oracle seemed absent, his mind not yet back from the cosmos he was looking into to find prophecies.
“And you are annoying. Always trying to be all smooth and clever.”
“I am not clever, I know everything. That’s why I’m trying to point this out to you.” The Oracle fixed the Phantom Assassin with his stare.
Yet the Assassin wouldn’t be intimidated by it. “No thank you.” She turned around with a flutter of her cape.