"'Least after he showed up," Tobias retorted, taking another drink from his flask as he adjusted in the chair, feeling the dope starting to make him hard, combined with all this talk of sex. "Yeah, well, I shudder to think what'd happen if I wasn't 'worth my while' anymore. He's killed for less," The last was said flippantly, seeing as he was too high to really let it get to him. The thoughts would haunt him later, sure, but for now, it was just conversation.
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