"I did of course," he quipped right back. Surely Terry realised by now that everything in life worked to favour Anthony as best it could. Anthony insisted upon it.
He sighed, "I hate that you're right. Even the prettiest birds tend to look a bit dull when they're dead, Mate." Anthony shook his head, "Which is precisely why you've got to share the wealth of stories. I'll share my stories of near-death experiences, and getting to arrest the rotten members of society, you tell me about all the fit naked birds." Anthony laughed. Being told about them wasn't really all that interesting, though Anthony was still down that he hadn't seen that as a perk of becoming a healer before he'd chosen his career. "Not easy to get dates from work either, though I'm sure thankful birds are falling over your arse and you don't even know it."
Anthony shook his head, "I sure as hell don't need another one of those. You're supposed to have my back when my brain forgets to take care of the rest of me. See? I'm here keeping your arse from going hungry like a true mate. I only ask that you return the favour." He laughed. "That depends, do you know any fit therapists?" Anthony flashed him a charming grin.