“Very funny, Shakespeare,” the Ghost growled. “I don’t work with comedians either—or fools.” Hold up a hot second. Had the scary rogue man recognized my King Lear quote? Was he bantering back at me by referencing the fool? How could this guy be a literal god of manliness and well-read? My pretend crush on his unholy, broody hunkiness might’ve just shifted closer to reality.
;)
