For once, I didn’t have a comeback, so I just took another sip of my coffee. “Think I’m developing a tolerance,” I muttered. “This shit isn’t working.” “Oh, it’s not caffeinated,” he informed me. “Excuse me?” “You’re not allowed to have caffeine. Part of protocol.” “So your protocol is fine with you stabbing me with your knife cock, but caffeine is off the table?” “It’s for your benefit,” he assured me, smirking.
