"Back from your gallivanting already, Godbrand?"

Ey, there's two of 'im! AYE, TH' MORE TH' MERRIER.

He salutes back. More bloodshed!

"Earned, huh? Wha'd you do, spread your legs? Easy earnin's." Her attempts to goad him were for naught, and managed only an eyeroll. "Who'd be jealous of a semen dump?" Snorting, he continued, "I'm a general for a reason. And I wasn't plannin' to, but thanks for the idea."

"I speak in the language o' 'Fuck Belmonts' but I dunno if that counts."

"Ah. Shame. It would'a been easy t' teach. Ya just... Put yer hand up like this and stick this finger out. See?"

"Aye, but this one's special. It's dedicated to particular people—not so different physically, but they do say it's the thought that counts."

Deadass about to suplex Godbrand right now

|| Thank you so much!

Come try, headass

Y'all seem to forget how insightful he is. Headasses.

RKO's.

|| LMFAO Now I wanna draw Godbrand RKOing Simon—

"Much better."

"And bein' a bitch."

Gags.

"Nice to see you too."

"Places. Look, I went ridin' around to see what's been happenin'. Things ain't lookin' good for us."

"My dick." For all the gravity of the mood and setting, the Norseman could not help his crass and bawdy mannerisms; Carmilla had a tendency to draw it out.