The telltale sounds of a chair's wheels would be heard coming from the large, laboratory-like building the moment he knew Medusa was nearby. Stein was, after all, capable of fighting off multiple Meisters without even standing and while unarmed himself, and sometimes he didn't even walk to his destinations, choosing to simply push himself on a office chair. Such was the case here.
He was only taking so long to ensure that this wasn't a trick of some kind. There were no other witches nearby, and he couldn't sense any attempt to build up enough magic to subdue him; even without Spirit, Medusa would have had a hard time trying to take Stein by force. He was, after all, arguably one of most powerful Meisters in Death City, rivaled only by Maka's mother, and quite possibly Maka herself now. She almost certainly knows better by now than to try that. When Stein was sure that this wasn't a trick, he emerged, using his arm to stop the runaway office chair from cruising passed the threshhold of the morgue-like facility he calls home.
"So, you showed up." Alone. And apparently not looking for a fight. He wasn't about to turn down a challenge, least of all one of this nature. It had, after all, been a while since he had had the chance to do something like this with anyone, least of all someone like Medusa. Ideally, he wished they weren't enemies; it wasn't entirely unheard of for a witch to reform, after all. But she chose a path he couldn't follow, and until she reconsidered, he had no choice but to oppose her.
That didn't mean he wouldn't mind sleeping with her, of course.
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He was only taking so long to ensure that this wasn't a trick of some kind. There were no other witches nearby, and he couldn't sense any attempt to build up enough magic to subdue him; even without Spirit, Medusa would have had a hard time trying to take Stein by force. He was, after all, arguably one of most powerful Meisters in Death City, rivaled only by Maka's mother, and quite possibly Maka herself now. She almost certainly knows better by now than to try that. When Stein was sure that this wasn't a trick, he emerged, using his arm to stop the runaway office chair from cruising passed the threshhold of the morgue-like facility he calls home.
"So, you showed up." Alone. And apparently not looking for a fight. He wasn't about to turn down a challenge, least of all one of this nature. It had, after all, been a while since he had had the chance to do something like this with anyone, least of all someone like Medusa. Ideally, he wished they weren't enemies; it wasn't entirely unheard of for a witch to reform, after all. But she chose a path he couldn't follow, and until she reconsidered, he had no choice but to oppose her.
That didn't mean he wouldn't mind sleeping with her, of course.