“You owe me and you know what I want in return."He scowled at me. "Not the pants."I nodded gravely. "Give me your pants.”

“I scowled. I could resist it all I wanted, but I did understand what he was trying to explain. How sometimes he pieces of who you thought you were didn't add up to who you really were, like with me not standing up for Patrick when he wore those pants.”

“...what I want is you panting when I thrust into you, and screaming for more, begging me to fuck you harder. Can you pretend for me?"~Zane”

“I’m going to be exposed, aren’t I? (Acheron)I don’t know. You planning on dropping your pants around me? If so, warn me first. I don’t want to go blind. (Savitar)”

“You get a kick out of shocking the pants off me, don’t you?” I shook my head with a smirk.He just shrugged with a playful smile, his eyes momentarily flitting toward my pants before returning to meet my gaze.“It’s an expression,” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell me you aren’t familiar with it, Mr. Smarty Pants.”“You have quite a repertoire of ‘pants’ references, don’t you?”

“You people with your quests annoy the pants off me.”