“I seem to recall you liked me breathing down your ne—” “If you dare finish that sentence, you can go and wait outside,” I snapped. “That’s fair.” Carrion moved back a step, bowing graciously. “Though, if it seems like your mind’s being sucked out of your body, or you’re in excruciating pain and can’t let go of the quicksilver sword murder spikes, do I have your permission to tackle you to the ground?” That actually seemed like a prudent plan. “You do.” “Excellent.”
The banter between these two kills me every time!
