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[He's dangling a black ring from a chain around his neck, spinning it between his fingers.]

Fuck, I still don't know which finger to wear it on.

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What happened to your wife?

It is, huh. He treatin' you right?

[he's silent, like he didn't expect the question, but he'd known it was coming, like it always would. It's why he didn't mention her at all, most times.]

She died. Car accident.

Since when did that concern you?

Mm.

What, I been gone too long, now I ain't allowed to give a shit? Fuck that.

Outta curiosity, if I said he weren't, what would you do? Yell at him?

Oh yeah. Then break out the silver bullets.

It takes a lot less muscles to not care. You told me to go hang when I chewed out Tolly.

Bullshit. When did you ever bitch at princess to his face?

Not that I wouldn't've told you t'go hang if you had, prob'ly. Which is shitty 'cause you were right 'bout him all along.

I totally did. He gave me shit like 'you can't tell me what to do' and smiled like somebody who wants his face smashed in. You're better of without him.

Shoulda smashed his face in, I s'pose. 'Bout as better off as I could be, I reckon.

So hey, did you ever get a job?

Yeah, at a bar. Why, you offering?

I wasn't, but I could. What kinda bar?

Hole in the wall vamp bar. It's decent. Ain't been jumped yet.

Mm, peachy. I spent a few days as vamp-bait last year when they figured they could drain me over an' over without killin' me. Good times.

Yeah, well, vampires are assholes.

Mm, entertainin' assholes, but. I had some fun gettin' free.

Their bites ain't nothin' like yours. Yours are better.

You know better than to say that to me.

Say what?

You're a drug, Skye. Every goddamn breather on the planet is a drug. The longer I stay off eating from the source, the better I'll be.

You're the goddamn drug. An' I wasn't suggestin' anythin', just makin' conversation. Temptin' as it is.

Uh-huh. And those twenty, thirty folks you got waiting in the wings ain't enough for you?

Never said that. I get enough, don't mean I don't want more.

You horny bastard. Try setting for one and see how it feels.

Yeah? And what'm I s'posed to do with the other, uh... three, I think, livin' with me?

[He has something of a harem situation going on at the moment.]

There's this amazing new invention, it's called 'don't have sex with everything that moves.'

That's a new invention, huh? Mm, well, I s'pose it would be to you~

An' screw you, I only have sex with half the things that move. Tell me you ain't all monogamous an' shit now.