Sleeping Dragon i'm a cask of oak, i'm whiskey soaked

You flatter me, Brutus, She said smoothly, meeting his gold eyes with her own icy ones. She was feeling particularly flirty and decided to roll with it; perhaps she could convince him to work together. Regardless, she was determined to make a friend, as she tired of the life of a loner. It was especially painful for her, as much as she appreciated her own presence. What were you doing up there? She asked again conversationally, truly wondering what he'd been planning.