Crewdroog: SEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^^^ twisted. he can't HELP himself!~
Dalthnock: Look, I'd show you my panties, so you could see for yourself that they are most definitely not twisted, but I'm not even wearing anything right now.
I had that momentary weakness with Breja, which I already apologised for. What else do you want? My blood? Well, you're not getting it.
By the way, I just read the nuns "joke". Very weak, sorry.
I don't think blood will satisfy. Some people just need a pound of flesh. LOL
Go with me to a notary, seal me there
Your single bond; and, in a merry sport,
If you repay me not on such a day,
In such a place, such sum or sums as are
Express'd in the condition, let the forfeit
Be nominated for an equal pound
Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken
In what part of your body pleaseth me.