Gaunt continued staring at Eudial until Cleo's voice boomed in his head like a cannon. Ugh... This was getting extremely annoying. The cat was only repeating was only repeating what Gaunt had been saying, but in a far more passive-aggressive way. Eudial began walking away and Gaunt leered unpleasantly after her.

Women. He was used to the pathetically malleable housewives that would practically throw themselves at him. So easy to manipulate. This bipolar b**** though... Not that Gaunt particularly cared about the prospect of pyromancer f***ing (even at the best of times that held little interest for him), but he tended to avoid anyone that wasn't as susceptible to his powers of suggestion and right now she was the best ally he had available! There was no choice! At the very least he could claim the high road if and when they ran into the others.

Gaunt turned his attention back to the cat and was absolutely pleasant once again.

"Such a troubled mind isn't she? She may yet come around. Let us listen to what The Sucker has to say."