I shouldn’t be surprised that no one in this fucking city wants to get on the bad side of the Sleepless Reapers, but I’m used to getting my way. People have gone so far as to call me a spoiled brat on more than one occasion. Fine, we’ll just call this little exchange a temper tantrum then. And there’s plenty more where that came from. I wasn’t actually going to cut his tongue out… probably.
