Ah. No, that would not be a good thing. Oh bummer about your ipod. *glares at whoever took it and does serpent magic on them*
Rus gives him a suspicious look. "You're just saying that to make me feel better!" he accuses.
"What exactly would that consist of? he asks, still suspicious. "And I don't care what you've heard, I've never done that narco-thing. Even I draw the line somewhere!" Rus is terribly offended/indignant.
"You're the one who distracted me talking about polar bears," Rus points out with affectionate exasperation. "I think we will. Then, we'll see what happens." He steps forward. "We've decided that fifty percent will be fine," he tells T1 firmly.
T1 rubs his hands together. "Excellent. My friends should be here any minute now. Why don't we drink to our new arrangement?" He pours very full glasses all round.