"Well now that doesn't sound fun at all, does'it?" The snake replied, casually rolling his shoulders despite Phoebe's account of her horrors.
Having looked properly worried, James ran a hand across his brow as if to wipe sweat away. "Fewf! What a relief! I do some my best work with those bits." He said earnest, before perking up at the mention of Frey. "Whatcha mean clever? So long as it got you thinking about my tongue down below, I'd consider it quite a success." He retorted with a triumphant bob of his eyebrows, removing the hand which had been cradling his balls and then placing both behind his head again.
"Well if it's honesty you want, then drugs. Y'know. Somethin to take the edge off. It's dreadfully boring in here, what with the bar all burned down, and birds like you tellin' me to put more clothes on. I say we take the clothes off—" He added in a burst of inspiration.
Having looked properly worried, James ran a hand across his brow as if to wipe sweat away. "Fewf! What a relief! I do some my best work with those bits." He said earnest, before perking up at the mention of Frey. "Whatcha mean clever? So long as it got you thinking about my tongue down below, I'd consider it quite a success." He retorted with a triumphant bob of his eyebrows, removing the hand which had been cradling his balls and then placing both behind his head again.
"Well if it's honesty you want, then drugs. Y'know. Somethin to take the edge off. It's dreadfully boring in here, what with the bar all burned down, and birds like you tellin' me to put more clothes on. I say we take the clothes off—" He added in a burst of inspiration.
{steps on my own emotions and grinds
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
