Ixion's soul recalled back into his body in a fraction of a second.
Ixion weakly blinked, a little weary from slight soul fatigue, but he could immediately tell someone was in his room who shouldn't be…
His hearing returned, and the slight jingle of bells soon gave away who it was.
Ixion laughed and screamed jubilantly:
"Ah, my jester… How the fuck did you get in here?! Also, Zabaniyah, don't kill her."
The assassin who'd been appearing from the shadows in the far corner swiftly retreated back into the darkness and faded into nothingness.
The jester, on the other side of the veiled curtains of Ixion's bed, allowing only the outline of her alluring form to be seen, called out:
"Ixion… y-you almost had me killed? My oh my. What travesty have I committed to deserve this foul treatment! You haven't even punished me yet! Oh, the humanity! At least whip and torture me before you have me killed! Oh, also, your guards and lord chamberlain decided it was nap time."
Ixion dramatically screeched:
"Nap time?! By the gods! It's not even close to dusk."
The jester screeched as she pulled back the curtains and crawled onto Ixion's bed.
"I know! And here I thought you were the lazy one!"