Oh, we’re playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?
Touch her, and I’ll freeze your testicles off and put them in a jar. Understand?
No, no. We can kill each other later.
Me? Die? Didn’t they tell you, princess? I’m Robin Goodfellow.
His breath hitched, and he regarded me hungrily. “You’re playing with fire, you know that?” “That’s weird, considering you’re an ice prin – ” I didn’t get any further, as Ash leaned in and kissed me.
My fall began, as many stories do, with a girl.
Ash blinked. “Are you raiding the cellars now, Goodfellow?” “Me? Stealing?” Puck flashed a devious grin and popped another fruit into his mouth. “In the house of my ancient enemy? What gave you that idea?” He plucked another fruit and tossed it to me with a wink.
You made me feel alive again.
I was minding my own buisness long before you and the princess started humping like rabbits.
You enjoy making my heart stop, don’t you?