Apparently my job is to carry you back to my room when you get the shit kicked out of you. Working my way up in the world. Black Dragon enforcer, NYPD, saver of the entire world, enforcer again and now your personal assistant.

[He'd been enslaved to what was effectively a super villain once he died, but that wasn't quite the same. Especially since he wanted to kill that fucker most of the time.]

You know the deer lady? She decided maybe it was time to expand her culinary horizons.

[For being a big, hefty, immovable rock, that grab for his harness nearly downs him. The only tangible evidence so far of how injured he is. Hissing through his teeth he braces one hand on the wall, the other around Len to keep them both from crashing into the ground.]

We need to stop doing this. Can we skip this part next time and get right to the naked in the tub part?