For the first time in his miserable, thieving life, the knave had absolutely nothing clever to say.
He looked at the child. Opened his mouth. Closed it.
He tried to stand. His legs said no . His testicles, currently trying to retreat into his lower intestine, also said no .
“Can’t what? Retrieve the scepter? Or sire children?” She crouched, her armored skirt scraping the stones. “Because one of those is my job to prevent. The other is a bonus.”
Rigo’s knees buckled. The scepter clattered to the cobblestones. His hands flew to his groin, cupping nothing but the echo of sudden, volcanic pain. His face, once a masterpiece of roguish charm, now resembled a freshly stepped-on pastry.
Rigo managed a laugh—high, hysterical, broken. “You wouldn’t. Captain of the Watch. Above reproach.”
For the first time in his miserable, thieving life, the knave had absolutely nothing clever to say.
He looked at the child. Opened his mouth. Closed it. knave ballbust
He tried to stand. His legs said no . His testicles, currently trying to retreat into his lower intestine, also said no . For the first time in his miserable, thieving
“Can’t what? Retrieve the scepter? Or sire children?” She crouched, her armored skirt scraping the stones. “Because one of those is my job to prevent. The other is a bonus.” Closed it
Rigo’s knees buckled. The scepter clattered to the cobblestones. His hands flew to his groin, cupping nothing but the echo of sudden, volcanic pain. His face, once a masterpiece of roguish charm, now resembled a freshly stepped-on pastry.
Rigo managed a laugh—high, hysterical, broken. “You wouldn’t. Captain of the Watch. Above reproach.”