“I know the law; I’ve broken it plenty of times. I know Romney Marsh better than you. And I will conduct my life as I please.” “Not under my roof!” “I was outside,” Doomsday pointed out. “You know damned well what I mean.” “I do, and no.” Doomsday folded his arms. “I don’t accept your authority in this. I told you the truth; if you don’t like it, dismiss me. But the only say you get in who or how or when I fuck, my lord, is—” He still sounded calm, but his chin went up a fraction. “If it’s you fucking me.”
