Ankyra Sound who do you battle in your dreams?

Tux came soon enough, and he glanced back before returning his gaze to the trio. The brown woman's snark didn't even deserve an answer, and as for her companion. . . He laughed, the mirth clear in his eyes. Flatterer, he crooned, shaking his head. You do yourself a disservice, babe. Three killers like you--why wouldn't I be on guard?

He supposed he couldn't fault her tactics. Some men really couldn't think while. . .well, at attention.

But it was the dark-hooded woman's threat that cut the most, and before he could say anything, his nephew chimed in. Verx grinned at Eastwood. Ah, come on, man, he said teasingly. Give them the benefit of the doubt. It is a really pretty place to have lunch.

He turned his smile to the women, but the warmth had left it. Luckily, you can always reschedule elsewhere, Vercingetorix drawled. Lotsa coastline, lotsa coves.