Eloise
As for that, not even Eloise's mind had a coherent answer.
'Oh I bet. Because hearing some barmaid or bloke thinking about all the washing up they've got to do at home while they pretend to choke themselves on your cock has got to just really be great." Actually, not that she wanted to think about it, but it probably would be horrible. How many fucked Jack out of fear, having no idea he heard every shitty thing they had to think about him? He already told her he didn't get off on that sort of thing.
The illusionist just sniffed as her bluff was called, reaching out to magically grasp the glass she'd throw and try to fill it with the bottle unless her childishness had lost her the right to drink. Which, well, she'd accept that as punishment.
'Maybe I'm just used to a warmer climate.' But that wasn't it; Northaven wasn't cold, but it was no Torchline.
'Oh I bet. Because hearing some barmaid or bloke thinking about all the washing up they've got to do at home while they pretend to choke themselves on your cock has got to just really be great." Actually, not that she wanted to think about it, but it probably would be horrible. How many fucked Jack out of fear, having no idea he heard every shitty thing they had to think about him? He already told her he didn't get off on that sort of thing.
The illusionist just sniffed as her bluff was called, reaching out to magically grasp the glass she'd throw and try to fill it with the bottle unless her childishness had lost her the right to drink. Which, well, she'd accept that as punishment.
'Maybe I'm just used to a warmer climate.' But that wasn't it; Northaven wasn't cold, but it was no Torchline.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
