Laurent went very still; then he deliberately shifted in his seat and leaned in, bringing his lips right to Damen’s ear. “I think I’m out of stabbing range, he’s got short arms. Or perhaps he’ll try to throw a sugarplum? That is difficult. If I duck, he’ll hit Torveld.” Damen gritted his teeth. “You know what I meant. He heard you. He’s going to act. Can’t you do something about it?” “I’m occupied.” “Then let me do something.” “Bleed on him?” said Laurent.
BLEED ON HIM HAHA
