He coughs, clearing his throat. "I believe you...misheard your brother. The charming young women you've been speaking to are /Prostitutes/ not Protestants."
@Sirlntegra we can guilt that Penwood Junior pushover into getting you a new helicopter. And if guilt doesn't work," a darkness crosses over his eyes, "I could always remind him that you never refuse a lady with her butler present."
@Sirlntegra He nuzzles her neck sweetly. To get Integra to relax for her mental wellbeing was like pushing a boulder up a hill, "Now love, all work and no play isn't any good for anyone. But if you insist on working through your discomfort..." he grins wickedly, showing fangs. "Perhaps -
Despite the deadly grip around his neck, the vampiric butler only continues to smirk. "Temper temper, I don't see why you're so upset. Perhaps you still hold on to the memory of the old wrinkled bastard, you'd prefer him instead? Much like a child, you're in denial."
โOh can it, you worm...โ, he states with a scowl before neatly gripping around the butler's neck only to shove him downward into the floor,
โYou annoy me...โ