“If you hold him down, I’ll do the teaching part. It’ll be a lesson he will never forget.”

“If they don’t scream, it’s no fun.” He’ll do his best. But wear clothes that can be thrown away. Things may get bloody.

“You’re no fun.” Amycus rolled his eyes, armed crossed over his chest. “Fine. But just this one time!”

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Alecto. Alecto. ALECTO!

Ew. Go away.

He’s alive. He’s awake. Somewhat.

He’s flattered. How sweet.

It’ll be a cold day in hell when that happens.

Cute. He’s making threats now? Adorable.

He has his moments.

He may or may not be hungover.

As long as Aldric is paying.

“Don’t roll your damn eyes, mate.”

Amycus laughed. “You’re not /really/ my type.”

He is stuck in the library. He could care less about this paper. He is so damn bored.

“I don’t hate your tattoos.”