Re: kitchen
"You couldn't kill me if you tried, much less with some pathetic humping and whimpers." The words were muffled, he was digging through a cupboard for a platter. Sneezing when he crawled out, with a big wooden trough, he gave the fox a steady once over.
"I don't dig fur or fleas, and your whip can't flay any better than Seifer's 'present' back in prison. Quisty probably has a better arm, she's certainly got a better motivation." he stood and pulled out his boot knife from the hidden sheath in his pants before started to carve up the hunk of meat into tongue shaped slivers. "But please, feel free to continue if you think your ego can fit in here with the rest of us."