james
smoking kills
James didn't know the first word Loren said, but he was more than well acquainted with
the second. "Oh balls, aye." The snake agreed, the lascivious bounce of his eyebrows indicating just what sort he was referring to. "And gods yes. All the ladies. Big ones, small ones, ones with great snaggly teeth and bosoms out to—" Holding out his hands at a comically large girth, the snake winked with a confident nod. "So much simpering." James added at last with a triumphant grin, though had you asked him to define simpering, he absolutely would not have been able to do it.
"Oy. Judgy." The snake sniffed, popping the cigarette into the corner of his mouth anyways.
but so does love.
