"Shiva's icy teats, ye shite! Ain't fleeced me full enough fer one night?" he whined. He waved his hand dismissively, resigned. "Fine, 'at's not why we're jawin', anyroad. Stay er go, ye've wasted enough o' me moonlight an' I'll be takin' direction an' me leave, soon as ye unbutton that slobbery smirk ye're wearin'." He painted on a smirk of his own, droopy with exasperation.
