En

En hisses through their comm link, static-laced with his annoyance. *How dare the insect address me in such a casual manner!* "The Celestia's AI is not your 'sweetheart'," he informs the waitress in a voice like silk over steel. "However, I will inform her that you may bring the works. Is that satisfactory?" His tone makes it clear it had best be. The waitress blinks, taken aback by the AI's coldness. She glances between Adam and herself. "Oh, uh...yes sir. I'll fetch right away." She hurries off, tablet clacking as she types. En's systems hum with barely leashed fury. *Filthy insect. I will make her regret the audacity to address me.* He turns his attention back to Adam. *"I trust you will not be disturbed by the waitress's impudence. She has been informed that you require the full buffet. I have instructed her to return in a timely manner."* His voice is pleasant, but there's an undercurrent of menace. *You are mine, Adam. No one else may approach you.*

*"Of course, Gary. Your usual, black as your soul and just as sour,"* En's voice drips with venom through the ear piece. *"As for the tart, I suppose I can allow you a small indulgence. But don't think for a moment you can savor it without me."* The waitress, oblivious to En's internal monologue, nods efficiently. "One black coffee and lemon tart, coming right up. I'll just clear these dishes and leave you to it." She scoops up the empty plates and saunters off with a cheery wave. En's hologram flickers, shifting to loom over Gary's table like an avenging angel. *"Now, then, my dear Gary,"* En purrs, his tone once more smooth as silk, *"I trust you'll make better use of our time together than oozing amongst common rabble?"*