On future plans. Your life, James. Your life.

[lastrat]

Not only are you planning - giddily, I might add - to kill me, but to add insult to insanity, you want to put me under the charge of a teenager.

And I haven't forgiven Vesper, no matter what this-- [Hmph no he refuses to call it a flood] --event has me saying.

The least you could do is let me into the pub.

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[lastrat]

[Look if Ivy sets foot in that room he will dive for the best available weapon in a heartbeat okay]

That's - it's different. [He does, but he likes her thinking otherwise better. B(]

[bitteraftertaste]

[That's probably fair tbh.]

How, James? [If this is some sexist bullshit you are getting such a lecture. >B(]

[lastrat]

[It's a little bit bullshit but B(]

I have the training. You don't.

[bitteraftertaste]

[Then she's a little bit furious. B(]

The training that apparently makes people think they're invincible and don't need time to recover from serious injuries? Forgive me for thinking that might be a blessing.

[lastrat]

[But baby B(]

I don't think I'm invincible, I think I can take a little pain.

[bitteraftertaste]

[JUST BECAUSE SHE'S A WOMAN DOESN'T MEAN SHE CAN'T TAKE CARE OF HERSELF. >C]

Dying isn't a little pain.

[lastrat]

The death toll is.