"Okay." It took the Lich King several tries to find something that his audience approved.
"Then, you can't go around looking like a corpse. You need a human appearance." Lith had just finished talking that Inxialot had gone from a mangled body to his real form.
He was now a good-looking man in his fifties, about 1.78 meters (5'10") tall, with greying brown hair streaked blue, red, and black all over.
"Gods, I'm starving, thirsty, and my stomach is going to blow!" He hadn't worn his flesh since Urgamakka so his body unleashed the needs it had accumulated for over one year at once.
He needed a full course meal and a long bathroom break before resuming the conversation. Even worse, he had forgotten how to eat, drink, and relieve his bowels. Aylen had to help him at every step, from chewing his food to taking down his pants.
Compared to him, Shargein looked like a mature, independent man.
"What's next?" Inxialot had yet to take a step out of his house but he already looked exhausted.
"Now it comes the hard part." Lith said. "At the next Council meeting, war meeting, or whatever plausible occasion you have to talk to Raagu, you tell her that you'd like to continue the discussion over dinner."
"That's it? No flowers, no gifts, no mating dance, nothing?"
"No. She only knows you as an annoying prick and if you come in too strong, it's bound to backfire." Lith replied.
"Yeah, you would look creepy." Kamila said.
"More like desperate." Aylen said.
"On top of that, Raagu has been focused on her political agenda and research for centuries. Move too fast and she'll perceive it as a threat to her routine and not give you the time of day." Salaark said.
"Makes sense." Inxialot had the stenographer made copies and pinned everything on the walls of every room to not forget.
"In the off chance she accepts-"
"When she accepts!" The Lich King cut Lith short.
"Yeah, right. I want to believe!" Lith said with a scoff.
"The truth is out there." Apep's laugh was dry like a grindstone, but made Lith smile as well.
At least until both creatures looked at each other in surprise.
"What does that mean?" Lith lied through his teeth while the opening theme of the Z-files still played in his head.
Apep rolled a persuasion check and when Lith succeeded, the Eldritch was forced to believe him, dismissing the exchange like a mere coincidence.
"Nothing."
"If she accepts, here's a pro tip." Lith changed the topic before someone could ask the Apophis for an explanation. "When talking business, try to speak about yourself without being needy."
"Meaning?" Inxialot asked in confusion.
"For example, you are always on the battlefront and have fought Thrud more often than anyone else, right?"
"Yes. I'm one of the strongest Council representatives and just like Thrud, I can't die." The Lich nodded. "Also, by fighting with her, I can learn a lot-"
"Don't mention this last past." Lith cut him short. "Just point out your hard work without bragging and mention how painful it is dying over and over again."
"Why should I? I forget about the pain the moment my wounds heal. Literally."
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