*prods you with two fingertips* You scare me when you say shit like that, Mothman. 's a good thing I know where you sleep. *snickers, making some obscure (and apparently funny) connection between the two sentences in her own mind*
*props her cheek on her fist and watches you play fifty-two card pick-up* So. The King's old man? Wha's he like? His Majesty take after him're his mum more?