“Suns above, you fucking pervert. You liked that? You liked me threatening you?” Of all the things to get turned on about… “What? No!” she snapped. “You did. I could smell it. Honest to sun’s fire, Calypso. Not when I give you the shirt off my back or take a dirty mattress on the floor for you, but the first and hopefully only time I threaten you. You are sick. Go.”
