“I need to make sure Chris isn’t an axe murderer who lures women with the whole “I can fix the camera your friend’s cat peed on” line, so I Google him.”
“I think if a man beats you and fucks half the women he sees and no one will help you, axing him isn’t the least understandable thing you can do.”
“Yeah. I don’t need much, and whatever else I need I’m sure I can buy since the Council knows that I am the charmed one who has to be humored lest the big bad Norseman go a Viking on their heads. (Chris)”
“I’ve done murder and so I can surely do this.”
“So, if I looked him up on google maps-”
“So he starts getting up and brings me along by my lips. Alright. Now we're being videotaped. His backs to the camera. "Trust me?" He asks."Uh...sure?" Huh?He starts to lift up my shirt when he kisses me again. I bite his lip and glare at him. "What? I need your shirt for the camera.""Use your own goddamn shirt!”