Sometimes it takes every inch of self-control not to throw certain....bar-goers out on their ass. Or into traffic. I hate those guys. The guys who think they're the life of the fucking party when really they're just making a mess for people to clean up. I got limits, though. If those frat boys turn up and start making those comments my employer again, I'm gonna have something to say. Good lady, my boss. I owe her. Same goes for her big guy.
Damn frat boys, though. Never liked their type.
(private to Kasumi Goto)
S'ok, I won't be causing violence unless you wish it. I hope you wish it when it comes to certain types, though.
Also, I don't know how much you should care, but I spilled to my girlfriend 'bout my past. I think we're stronger for it. Thanks for the advice, and just about everything. Not many people have given me chances, ma'am.
(private to Kirsty Cotton)
I can't stop thinking about your legs. Or where your legs meet your back...and front. And all the rest of it, above. And below. And around. All of you, I guess.