[Training] swingy swingy hit hit (open)

james

smoking kills

Grinning, the older man crossed his arms as the younger tried to bullshit his way out of looking like the train wreck he was. Only you couldn't bullshit a bullshiter, and hot damn if James wasn't the best around.

"What's that? Flattery?!" James' accented lilt pitched up with mock horror as if the idea of being anything other than an upstanding chap was preposterous. He wasn't though. He was a low-down scraggly thief, but as it was he was also quite bored, what with being locked in and all. Why not.

"Lesson one, little one—" Reaching out, the snake would politely request Oliver's staff by swiping it from him if he could. Then, with lavish amounts of sensuality, he'd rub his cheek against it, fingers definitely working at it as if it were indeed a cock. "—you've got to treat yer weapons with respect." Sticking out his tongue and making a whole show of making out with the staff, with a lightning-swift movement he'd thrash it out and try and snap it against Oliver's shin.

"Then it's really just a bunch of flailin' about and trying to get the pointy-bit where you want it." He trilled with a lascivious laugh, the sexual innuendos apparently never ceasing.

but so does love.