[there it is again -- that little wave of delight. Lucina's shoulders draw up a bit as she braces against it, pressing her mouth into a thin line until she's tempered herself. it wouldn't do to be so taken by a feeling as to accidentally squeeze poor Masquerain near to death, would it? yet what is she supposed to do with this excess energy he's given her?!]

I'm not calling you that.

[her mouth twitches with the fight to stifle the laugh that peppers her voice.]

"Big Bad Guzma" sounds more like...something from a children's fable. [she squints over at him through her bangs.] Wolves and such, terrorizing children and small animals.