" Though just so you’re prepared, they’re not a totally comprehensive network, so there will be a few places where you’ll have to sneak back into the public areas of Necropolis.”
“And how are we going to do that?” Elysia asked.
Skyla grinned. “Beats me. Can’t wait to see what you come up with.”
“All right, enough fake planning,” said Uncle Mort. “I’m assuming these guys aren’t going to be knocked out forever—”
“Two hours,” Skyla said with pride.
“Two—” Uncle Mort stared at her with an expression that morphed from outrage to envy to unadulterated lust. “Brilliant. We might just have a little time left over for—”
“What?” she said, smirking as she packed up her stuff. “Eight ball in the corner pocket?”
Uncle Mort reddened and adjusted his pants.
Lex leaned in to Elysia. “I don’t even know how to handle what’s happening right now. "

― Gina Damico