Morrigan glared at him. “Low-key? You promise?” “I swear to you.” Jupiter held a hand over his heart, solemnly. “I told Frank to rein himself in, then rein himself in some more, and keep reining it in until he got to what he thought was woefully understated, and then rein it in about ten times more than that.” “Yeah, but did he listen?” Her patron scoffed, looking highly offended.
