Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Trevor scowled as she stole his liquor but kept silent on the matter, shoving the glass back at her. Instead he just pulled the whisky out of the drawer and tossed the cork on the desk, opting to drink from the source. "I do use protection!" He protested, amazed he even had to argue this. He was fairly certain at this point he was about as fertile as a mule with the potions he took.
"She's a twit," he shot back, swigging from the bottle, debating whether he should go deal with Delaney in person and set her straight or let her rule him out on her own.