"Forget it, forget it. Don't be like this; it'll hurt the harmony. Sylvanas, hurry and change back into your clothes. We're about to begin class." Deren could not bear to let his old companion be put in a difficult position, so he immediately spoke up to stop this pointless contest.
Hearing Deren defend her, Onyxia immediately revealed a smug smile and provocatively stared at the long-eared woman across from her.
Sylvanas was not disappointed. Instead, she broke into a radiant smile. "Fine. If you don't want to wear it, I won't force you. But I'll still honor the bet. This is my last shred of dignity. Deren, you won't make me lose face again, will you?"
With things having been said this far, Deren felt too embarrassed to keep trying to stop them. He could only cast a pleading look toward the Black Dragon Companion.
Onyxia frowned as she looked at the elf in the revealing maid outfit. In the end, she made up her mind and extended her hand toward Sylvanas.
Deren hurriedly grabbed her hand from the side and stopped her. "Don't, Oni. Don't act out of spite. I appreciate the sentiment. You have to believe me."
The Black Dragon shook free of Deren's hand and said solemnly, "I've never feared a challenge brought to my door. Come on. My fighting spirit is burning, darling. Dragons will defend their treasures to the death."
She pressed her hand over Sylvanas's bag and said disdainfully, "Long-ears, do you think I'd be afraid of a challenge you brought to my doorstep?"
She took the bag, turned back, and smiled at Deren. "Darling, wait for me. I'll be right back."
With that, she strode up the stairs. Sunwell Incarnation poked her head out from the kitchen, watching the adults' strange behavior in