Butcher stops mid-shovel of food onto his plate. “Jesus. You’re kind of intimidating.” I can’t help but laugh. “What?” “You heard me. Super fucking smart. Noble. Environmental. Surgeon. Part-time vegetarian. General do-gooder.” I raise an eyebrow. “As opposed to you, the do-badder.” Now, it’s Butcher’s turn to laugh. “Do-badder? I’m gonna remember that. Might even get it tattooed somewhere.”
