Voice test, original canon is the Aladdin TV series, converted to the Once Upon a Time verse.

[deadsand]

You really don't know what you're getting into, mundane.

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[controledfreak]

They seldom ever do.

[deadsand]

All the better when they finally learn.

[controledfreak]

You possess an expectation that I lack, I am afraid. Except not really.

[deadsand]

You're not really afraid, or you expect the same?

[controledfreak]

Either. I find it intolerable to empathize with such beings. Though I suppose that is because they are a bit close to myself and my brethren.

I can understand if you possess hope for them. As you are of the same kind.

[deadsand]

Hope, not so much. Confidence in my methods? Always.

[controledfreak]

Against your mun?

[Smiiiiiiirk.]

[deadsand]

Against anyone.

[desert_illusion]

My my, won't this be interesting.

[deadsand]

[And it's almost like a switch turning on, the way his gaze locks on her, calculating. And then, immediately, a disarming smile.]

I aim to please.

[desert_illusion]

I must admit, you've drawn my curiosity. Can you do better in this world than your last?

[Good, bad, as long as you're suffering, she ca be on anyone's side.]

[deadsand]

You say that as though you know me.

[desert_illusion]

In a manner of speaking, I do.

[deadsand]

[He bows at the waist, not quite the same salaam common to people of his region but something acclimated through much travel to more distant worlds.]

Then you have me at a disadvantage, my lady.

[desert_illusion]

[She smirks, causing floating up a few inches. Because she can. He's a bit more polite, this version, but she suspects not out of the goodness of his heart.]

I tend to have that over many people. But I on't plan on abusing it today. I want to see what your silly little mundane thinks they can do.

[deadsand]

If you have anything to worry about, it has nothing to do with her, I'm sure.

Hope this is okay!

[controledfreak]

[Don't mind the girl-looking thing looking at you, Mirage.]

...

[witchofthesand]

Trust me, Mozenrath: what your mundane doing to you is much better than what I have planned for you. You should consider yourself lucky.

[deadsand]

[At first he stares uncomprehending, not truly seeing her.]

[deadsand]

[But then, something familiar. Something minute, and he smiles. There's a low rumble of a chuckle, and then]

My. How you've grown.

[witchofthesand]

[That smile would have made her weak in the knees, were she much younger.

Now, it stings. She's ashamed because she knows how she would have reacted to it. She knows she was stupid and easily manipulated. It's humiliating that there's still enough of her teenaged self inside her that his words make the color rise in her cheeks. It's humiliating that her pride was hurt more when it seemed he didn't recognize her.

Well. It's hard to forget your first love, and for her, it was harder still because there was only ever him. Rage and bitterness don't drive that away entirely.

In spite of that, she raises her chin; her smile is a cool one, thin and sharp.]

No thanks to you.

[She's still not sure if he was actively trying to kill her or not - but it didn't tickle, so she's going to operate under the assumption that, yes, he was going for the jugular.]

[deadsand]

[And all of that he's taking in, filing away for later, sizing up her as a potential threat for the moment.]

I did you a favor.

[witchofthesand]

[Her brows raise: really?

Still, she goes with it. Maybe he's fool enough to think it would have been better for her to die.]

And I thank you for it. I'll have to do you a favor in return.

[deadsand]

[The brow-raising is mirrored.]

Don't you know?

[witchofthesand]

I know enough.

[There's a touch of uncertainty in her tone, however, and hearing it, she straightens and clenches her jaw. Mozenrath's a liar, a master manipulator, and she won't be drawn in to his games again.]

More than enough.

[Oooh, he makes her feel like a stupid little girl again. She even sounds like it: petulant defiance that makes her lies transparent.

How she hates him.]