[Even as the situation clearly turns for the dire, Ozymandias continues to feign his ignorance of what is transpiring. Although it is made that much more difficult by Leslie attempting to assert herself to this unruly sphinx of his. The little prince is spoiled rotten both by Ozymandias and nearly everyone he comes into contact with, it is perhaps only to be expected that he should refuse to respond to commands after a while.]
[Particularly now that it seems that this is to become a game. The muscles of the sphinx's leg twitch lightly as she prods, but there is no further movement. Instead, the sphinx curls itself even further toward Leslie, front paws now reaching out and grasping toward her pen as his upper body lands back down on the counter with a soft thunk. Wehem-Mesut is apparently prepared to do battle now. Ozymandias purses his lips tightly and subtly shifts in his seat to remove it from even his peripheral lest he is unable to maintain his charade of ignorance. Resting an elbow on the table, he covers his mouth with his fingers as he rests his chin in his palm. He tries to think of something not funny, but is coming up entirely empty with ideas.]
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[Particularly now that it seems that this is to become a game. The muscles of the sphinx's leg twitch lightly as she prods, but there is no further movement. Instead, the sphinx curls itself even further toward Leslie, front paws now reaching out and grasping toward her pen as his upper body lands back down on the counter with a soft thunk. Wehem-Mesut is apparently prepared to do battle now. Ozymandias purses his lips tightly and subtly shifts in his seat to remove it from even his peripheral lest he is unable to maintain his charade of ignorance. Resting an elbow on the table, he covers his mouth with his fingers as he rests his chin in his palm. He tries to think of something not funny, but is coming up entirely empty with ideas.]