Take dictation from the boss, like you're his secretary. While dressed like a bad cosplayer. Sigh.

You sit at your desk before the "stenographathon" a strange device of the Skylord's own design that is sort of a strange steampunk version of a laptop. (You've thought about actually... getting a laptop, but Skylord isn't very keen on technology he didn't personally invent, for a whole lot of reasons.) Dressed in an outfit that looks like it belongs on either a storybook prince or a very classy storybook pirate, Skylord paces about the room, darkly, handsome face screwed up in concentration as he dictates to you.

"Firstly," he declares, "we must remind the staff that Project Arcturus shall commence shortly, so any plans for personal time and vacations must be postponed until afterwards. Second, we must prepare to broadcast a message explaining that if Globalchem continues to flaunt worldwide agreements on pollution, we will be **** to execute their board of directors. The air must remain pure!"

You nod appreciatively at this. To be fair to Skylord, among the various would-be world overlords, he's one of the few with a social conscience. Of course, his means of acting on this social conscience involve ****, ****, extortion and bombing places, so you really can't give him too much credit here.

And of course, you're pretty much his hired floozy who doesn't even really buy into the cause, so... yeah. Don't give yourself top marks either.

"And finally, send Doctor Havoc's people some flowers," he states grandly, turning to the window to enjoy the view from the stratosphere. "Such a shame about the old boy," he notes with a sigh. "I remember when he was starting out, all full of promise. And now..." He sighs again wistfully and shakes his head.

That's the other thing about Skylord--in addition to being a world class inventor, top notch strategist, and possessing his sinister Airship Armada, he is, for some mysterious reason, immortal. Or close to it. He was plaguing the world when your great-great-grandmother was a little girl, and he's probably going to keep on doing it when you're gone. You don't know how it works, but the man doesn't seem to age.

Which is, maybe, another reason you work for him--if he can keep himself from getting old, maybe he can keep his arm candy from doing so as well. It would seem to be the obvious way to say thank you for all the work you do.

Not that you expect him to, really, but a girl can dream.