Ankyra Sound who do you battle in your dreams?

He had no idea why chicks always had to bring cocks into arguments with men. Penis envy, he supposed. Which. . .well, he understood. Big swinging cylinder of meat; who wouldn't want that, amirite? But he wasn't going around talking shit about their genitalia, so it seemed sort of unbalanced, to him.

Vercingetorix ignored his nephew, fixing his still smiling face on the dark-headed woman. I think you underestimate the amount of blood I've got in me, he laughed. And perhaps overestimate your own power over my libido. But whatever.

He flashed his gaze to Eastwood and Tux, jerking his head toward the cliffs. Let's go. Let's leave the ladies to their lunch. Then he turned back to the trio, rolling his shoulders slowly. You're not invited to dinner, Verx said, mock pouting. So sorry.

The guardian whipped 'round in a blur of ebony and began to head up toward Drageda again, motioning for the two younger men to follow.