Barrow Fields yo adrian!

He let out a guffaw at her mention of hell, eyes gleaming. You don't flatter me much, Renevermind, Vercingetorix retorted. I love me some demon chicks. The harder the bite, the crazier the. . .well, you know. Or maybe she didn't. Nah, she knew. Her remark about the angels sealed it.

Well, I'm not a big fan of what you've given me to work with, he said, being honest for once in his life. He squinted at her, taking in every detail. Hmmm. . .Blinka. It means 'eye' in my tongue. Your eyes are very striking, you know that, Blinka? They were greener than anything he'd ever seen. He didn't want to focus too long on them for fear he'd get drawn in forever.

Not that there was anything terribly wrong with that. He just had, you know, other shit to do besides drown in a woman's gaze, as much as he might like to.