"All the better to eat you with, my dear." Thorne snapped his teeth. Not that he would, in any sort of sense, but it was fun to play with expectations.
Oh no. He did not do emotional moments and it looks like crazy girl in front of him was trying to have one. "Well fuck your grandmother. If I fell apart each time someone was ashamed of me, someone would have to get the broom and dustpan." Looking down at the leash still in his hand, Thorne shook his head.
"Does this dog belong to you? Because if so, why am I holding it's leash?"