Death squinted. Long and hard because he didn't know what other look he was suppose to give Chase. His lips pressed into a thin line then, for a moment, he seemed to tremble. "Whhhhhy?" He drew the words out and stared at Chase wide eyed. "Maybe you should jump on Gerald Butler's dick over there. Why isn't he wearing a kilt?" He grunted. "God damnit!"
His focus slowly returned to Adrian and he stuck his tongue out. "Do you want me to be on your crotch then? Cause you're warm. And I'm cold. Help me."