Qalith's eyes seemed to gleam. Fader's hand straightened with a jerk. He stood stiffly.
"He's hypnotized," said Qalith. "We can talk and he won't hear or remember what we say."
"There's not much to be said," said Homer.
"You don't want the job?"
"With this lecherous old tom-cat?"
Qalith smiled. "You are Puritanical," she said. "You're stuffy and naive and innocent. But I like you."
"I'm probably crazy too," said Homer.
Qalith shook her head. "No. You're unhappy. You don't like being a teacher either, do you?"
"Of course I do!" Homer spoke with too much emphasis. "It's a pleasant life."