***"Stay alive, you slippery, lying bastard," Argus ordered, with a quaver in his voice that had nothing to do with his age, then he turned away and ran as fast as his trembling legs could carry him towards Madame Sally's.***
Oh, such raunchy, cranky, unexpected tenderness! You have completely broken down my resistance to this pairing (and made me sniffle, too). Magic, indeed. Your writing makes me swoon; more, please!