"Hmph, suit yourself." Albel scoffed. If he didn't want anyone to nag him, he could have left himself, but The Wicked One did not leave his seat because of some stupid maggot.

"I'll leave that to your own interpretation, maggot." he muttered. "You can refer yourself to a pudding for all I care." Some stupid announcer in 4D Space had referred to him as a pudding once. Or the 'Puddingtreat With Tentacles', to be specific. Albel still didn't understand his relation to a dessert. Or why this came to mind all of a sudden.

At least this shift didn't last forever. Though he'd probably be nagged again.