““If you tell them, I will pay a social visit to your mother.” “That’s playing dirty,” Merrich said. “Perhaps, but you keep your patty-paws out of my love affairs.” “Got it. I’ll leave the Trieux Troll alone.” “Her name is Cinderella.” “Could you have said that and sounded anymore lovesick?” “Shut up. Let’s go eat.” “After you, lover-boy.” “I hope she slaps you in the face when she meets you,” Friedrich grumbled. “More””
