If things go badly for me tonight, I want you to stay with Mr. Wynter; he will pay you a decent wage.” “Will he make me bathe?” “No, he will debate the matter with you until you decide to wash.” “Ah. One of those.
Together we will be unstoppable.
But even though there were plenty of teeth in the grin, there was no heart.
Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both?
Hit that back-stabber where it hurts, right in the ambition.
I don't suppose you would consider peaceful surrender?