What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

Yes, well I’m used to no-one giving a shit about my crap, so, Ruth scoffed, hands waving, fobbing off the stupid, nonsensical apology.

Ruth’s expression shifted between surprise, annoyance and varying degrees of confusion while he slipped out the slender tin containing his not-so-healthy habit. Pushing it across the desk though his fingers paused from fully relinquishing it. A bump. Not the whole fucking lot, okay. Gonna need some myself cos this… this is fucked.

He pushed a hand through his hair, exhaling out deeply. So… he knows who you are, even he winced, I bet that went swimmingly, sarcasm clear in his voice, Ruth knew it couldn’t have gone well. Gods, am I going to have to… fuck. I’m going to have to talk to the kid. Tell him how is old man is a fucking stupid ass tongue tied son of a bit… How. The. Hell you gonna spin this to.. Oh. Oh you’re dead.

A rare look of genuine sympathy swept across the elf’s face. I… genuinely don’t know how that woman is going to react. And that’s the most terrifying part.

Frowning at being rushed, Ruth snarked back. You hurry up, I’m the alcoholic here… gimme that rum.