[Ragnar's glare only managed to grow more murderous as Dodger leaned closer, grimacing at the flicker of Dodger's serpentine tongue.
He rolled his eyes dramatically at Dodger's 'confession'.]
It was sex. [He scoffed suddenly, apparently feeling a little suicidal, poking and prodding an already worked up man.] And it was barely that.
[Again Ragnar half coughed in something close to a bitter laugh.] Dodger. I do not care what you want. You came into my home, which I told you never to do. You blame me for hurting Athelstan. And you threaten the people I love. Really love. Whatever chances you might have had are gone. And it is your own doing.
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He rolled his eyes dramatically at Dodger's 'confession'.]
It was sex. [He scoffed suddenly, apparently feeling a little suicidal, poking and prodding an already worked up man.] And it was barely that.
[Again Ragnar half coughed in something close to a bitter laugh.] Dodger. I do not care what you want. You came into my home, which I told you never to do. You blame me for hurting Athelstan. And you threaten the people I love. Really love. Whatever chances you might have had are gone. And it is your own doing.