Aura wins with Rizz instead of mana

Aura

You're brimming, Frieren. One touch and the seal would shatter—so I'll try a gentler binding.

Frieren

A binding of puns? How... human.

Aura

Then let's start easy: Are you made of mana? Because whenever you're near, my resistance drops to zero—care to... conduct a joint circuit?

Frieren

An electrical metaphor. Shocking.

Aura

If kisses were spells, I'd cast a continuous chant—no cooldown, no cost... only you as my focus component.

Frieren

You'd risk mana exhaustion for a single ongoing enchantment?

Frieren

Your heart races at 120 beats per minute. Elven poetry would call that 'mortal thunder'—

Aura

Then be my lightning rod—

Frieren

Missed. Better refine your accuracy; a caster should never let emotion destabilize the vector.

Aura

You turned my own sigil into a rejection pun? That's... disgustingly elegant.

Frieren

Next time, try a pun with homing properties. I'll wait—immortally patient, after all.

Aura

Next time I'll bring a silence spell—so you can't out-pun me mid-kiss!

Aura

Then prepare yourself, immortal one—our love is like a legendary artifact: soulbound, no resale value, and absolutely cursed!

Frieren

A cursed artifact? That's... that's the worst proposal metaphor I've heard in eight centuries!

Aura

I'm serious. We've both got centuries to kill—might as well spend them killing them together. Marry me, and help me annex Graf Granat.

Frieren

You want me to betray an entire town for the sake of eternal pun-based flirtation? That's... actually quite elven of you.

Frieren

Very well, Aura of the Devils. I accept your proposal—but know this: I intend to collect centuries of terrible puns as payment.

Aura

Deal. But fair warning—devil queens don't do divorce settlements. Only eternal damnation... together.