Darerca hid a smile behind her hand. She liked it when George was sassy.
Padraig scowled at both of them. "I'm still pissed off I didn't get to see you die. To see the life leave your eyes and know I caused it? That would be priceless."
To Darerca he said, "how long until you snap and kill him yourself? Hmm? You could sell your soul and join me. It feels amazing. And then you wouldn't even feel guilty afterwards."
"Yeah, I'm sure it feels great to be locked up," Darerca said dryly.
"You could come rescue me, you did it once before and you know you could outshoot these idiots." Columba shifted from side to side and raised an eyebrow at that.
"I would just end up in there with you," Darerca shook her head. "No way."
"That wouldn't be so bad," Padraig said with a droll smile. "I could use some female companionship and if you aren't fucking George-"