“I’m the Captain aren’t I?” He drops to his knees. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.” I inhale sharply. “What are you doing?” We haven’t done this yet—as far as I know, he’s never done this. “No more talking—unless it’s my name on your tongue, or you’re calling out to God—” I chuckle darkly. “I have the devil on his knees for me, God can kindly fuck right off.”
