"Now where were we?"I looked up at the prince, thinking he was a lot of fun, wondering again how I was going to convince him he needed more power. "Fighting. Or did you mean fucking?"
Regomar slid around to the other side of the couch, sat, and dropped an arm across my waist. "What do you say to having a few drinks and blowing something up?"
"Oh, fuck yeah." I'd work on how to separate him from the rest of his soul later.
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How can anyone say no to blowing stuff up? You're heart's in the right place!
I raise my tumbler of Cutty Sark to you! Cheers!
Dude, that's Scotch isn't it?
Did you pour me one?
I did, and drank it down, too. Sorry. I'll have to make it up to you in some other way...
Oh, I can think of several ways you can make it up to me.
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