Don't use the N word

He grimaced wildly at the implication that she would still eat him even if he was a nasty tasting morsel. "You could do with a little less eating," he drawled in an off-handed way, and turned back to follow her path across his bedroom floor, a brow rising as she made herself at home on his bed. Like she owned the place. His dark blue eyes lingered on her curves in a rude way, before he shook his head and tutted. Implying a lot of things that went very much unsaid.

"I just want to know what the catch is. You make this bar for him, and he gets to say it's his, and then... what? This guy shows up once in a while and gives orders, and you have to follow them?" Folding his arms over the chest, Korbin leaned back against the door frame. Clearly not impressed. "If you want to make a bar, why not just do it on your own? I could have helped if you actually asked me to. Instead you go over my head and do stuff without even asking what I think."

His tone was even, almost casual, but there was a rare flash of annoyance in his eyes, the way they narrowed on Weaver. "That's not how we do things, sis. At least it didn't use to be."

But hey, maybe the rules had changed when he wasn't looking. While she was out on one of her explorations of those new lands beyond the portal, perhaps.

korbin

Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there
Wondering, Fearing