“Not only did you break your word, but you beat the living shit out of him, Carrion.” “Ahh, come on. Don’t be so sour.” He held out his hands, palms up, fingers splayed. “He begged me to play with him. Who am I to say no? And if I’d beaten the living shit out of him, I wouldn’t have seen your little brother sulking around by the bar just now, would I? He’d still be out on the street, spitting blood into the sand. I hit him…” He thought about it. “Once. Maybe twice. That only qualifies as a light beating. And what’s a light beating between friends?”
