Voicetesting

[originalsinner]

Right then, squire. Let's have ourselves a little chat, shall we? First things first, though. Got a light?

[After readying one of his Silk Cut cigarettes, John fishes around in his trenchcoat pocket and pulls out a lighter that wasn't there before.]

Ah. Thanks, boss.

[He takes a moment to light up before moving on.]

Can't say I don't admire your good taste, but I can think of a few reasons as to why this little arrangement of ours won't cut it. You don't know the first thing about magic, and you don't know the first bloody thing about me, either! 'Least, you must not, if you think I'm your golden ticket to success. You've seen what happens to folks who stick around me for too long, yeah?

So let's do us both a favor. You keep to your costumes and crazies you're so bloody fond of, and I'll look the other way. How's that sound?

What's that? You don't think I can talk my way out of this one?

[He takes a heavy drag and blows it out.]

That's cute, mate. Real cute.