[Well, damn, guy's quick with that lighter. And a little intense about everything else, too. Rosinante lifts an eyebrow as he lights his cigarette, then has a draw.]
Thanks. ...I'll keep my distance. You seem to know your way around the kitchen.
[As in, when the hell did you walk in and declare yourself king of this room in particular?]
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Thanks. ...I'll keep my distance. You seem to know your way around the kitchen.
[As in, when the hell did you walk in and declare yourself king of this room in particular?]