Once they were alone, Lion continued. “You remember Dorothy, don’t you?” Tin narrowed his eyes, his grip tightening on his weapon. It was rather hard to forget the little human girl who’d crashed into his life and set him on the path to self-destruction. “Of course you remember the little bitch.” Lion took a long gulp of his drink, studying Tin over the rim of the glass. He nudged the empty chair across from him with his boot. Another invitation to sit. This time, Tin accepted.
