I get off on a man with strong moral fiber. The closest Barrons ever gets to fiber is walking down the cereal aisle at the grocery store.

I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.

Propping the mirror against the wall near the door, he waved a hand at it and clipped, "Drustan: Cian MacKeltar. Cian: Drustan MacKeltar." "Dageus," Drustan's voice was soft as velvet, never a good sign, "why are you introducing me to a mirror?

Don't bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn't work.

I mock everything. Don't take it so personally." Adam Black

If you already know the answer, Ms. Lane, don’t waste my time. You just wasted a month of it.” -Barrons

I'm a bartender. I like recipes. They're concretes. Was the drink recipe for seduction one shot charm and two shots self-deception, shaken, not stirred?