bantering

The jury__ still out on your level of intellect. After all, you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place.

That's what you think of me, is it, girl?" said his lordship, a glint in his

Michael looked embarrassed. __o, I don__ really_ I mean in real life, I don__ do that. I read BDSM once in a while, but honestly, I prefer the sweeter romances.___ure. I believe you. Bondage Ben.___top it._ Michael laughed.__racky McCracken._ James flicked an invisible whip.__ am not! I__ more like Nick Normal.___ipple Clamp Ned.___ince Vanilla.__ames gave him a dubious look and snorted. __ doubt that very much.__ichael shrugged with an evil little smile. __ell, maybe not entirely vanilla.

That's my girl," he murmured."I'm not your girl.""Well," he said not bothering to hide his smile from her sightless eyes, "the good news is that the honey gave you back your sparkling personality.""And the bad news?""The honey gave you back your sparkling personality.

First of all, I'll tell you who I'm not. I'm not your enemy, so you can put the sharp pointy objects away,' he responded in a light conversational tone, obviously not deterred by my abrasiveness, which only pissed me off more to know he didn't find me to be a threat at all.'Well, first of all, I'll be the judge of that,' I cut him off before he could continue. 'And second of all, I'm not interested in who you're not,' I added.'So you're saying you're interested in who I am?' He gave me a moment to process what he said before a smile broke on his face.My cheeks flamed. 'Hardly. Just interested in whether or not I'll be seeing you around again,' I was seething and beginning to shake with indignation.'So you want to see me again?

Michael scrambled around again and kissed James__ lips and cheeks in brief, silly pecks.__reakfast?___ou offering or ordering?_ James grumbled.____ offering to cook if you__e offering up the groceries. Do you have eggs?___o, I have sperm. What the hell do they teach you in school these days?__ichael giggled. __hicken eggs, wise ass. In your refrigerator.

Took long enough,_ she called out, not wanting to admit how the sight of him made her throat hitch, how the man was so gorgeous she lost her mind. __ thought you drowned in the mirror from staring into your reflection too long.