I, in return, promise to accommodate your poor language choices and ability to find a sexual innuendo in anything on the planet, and I promise not to touch your girlfriend.” “Well.” Sailor jumped into his speech, taking the bait, like Kill knew she would. He sat back and grinned at her, awaiting the verbal whip. “You don’t really have much choice in the matter. No offense, but I’d rather take a corpse to bed than you.” “None taken, and it would probably offer you more affection,” Cillian confirmed, returning his eyes to me.
