He spoke on behalf of all the midgets when he said he would not write no list and if people would no take the time to listen to him then he did not want a single thing. Especially not after the burnt hotdog comment.
"Good grief." He muttered, landing neatly on the ground below. "I see no problem being paired with thou so long as I am able to clock out on time, Lae’zel."
He gave an irritated, humph, before looking through his To Die list, crossing Forget em Ronakd off. "Perhaps if thou actually did thy job thou would not find thyself in the predicament of having to work overtime, Astarion."
"Now," He said with a fix of his spectacles (a.k.a ape tickles) before he then leaped off the fake roof he built for dramatic effect. "We must reap the next soup to be found on the To Die List. Do I make myself clear?" He huffed about the next soup, he hasn't -