never half-ass two things. whole ass one-thing.
"Friendly one, aren't ya'?" The thief purrs happily, before looking down at the small lake pooling around his feet. "Phoebe is not going to be happy about that. Think she'll believe me if I tell her that's how satisfied I made one'a'her female customers?" Even James frowns at this, tugging at his ear before shrugging.
"Ahh you would. All you youngin's always pick inside out." Waggling a finger in Milo's direction, James pushes himself away from the bannister making a come hither motion with his finger to lead him down a corridor. "Guide? Gods no. Just think of me as your..." James' fingers make mystical motions as he pauses to think.
"actually no yeah, guide is pretty accurate." He concludes with a shrug of his bony shoulders. Back they go until they reach a parlour filled with lush red velvet couches. "Sit anywhere y'like. All the material here is magic. Cleans itself right up after you're done. It's quite a convenient thing. Now—" Disappearing behind the bar, James rummages around, clinking bottles together. "What'll it be?" He asks popping back up, holding a bottle of something dark, and a bottle of something darker.
"Ahh you would. All you youngin's always pick inside out." Waggling a finger in Milo's direction, James pushes himself away from the bannister making a come hither motion with his finger to lead him down a corridor. "Guide? Gods no. Just think of me as your..." James' fingers make mystical motions as he pauses to think.
"actually no yeah, guide is pretty accurate." He concludes with a shrug of his bony shoulders. Back they go until they reach a parlour filled with lush red velvet couches. "Sit anywhere y'like. All the material here is magic. Cleans itself right up after you're done. It's quite a convenient thing. Now—" Disappearing behind the bar, James rummages around, clinking bottles together. "What'll it be?" He asks popping back up, holding a bottle of something dark, and a bottle of something darker.
JAMES
