from the shadows;

You called her ‘our’ Daphne, and I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want to hear you calling her ‘your’ anything.

All the more reason why I say it as such. 

If you try to hug me, you may end up dead.

I quite like being a walking talking corpse so I'll refrain. 

Stop talking about her like you know her, man.

In what way did I claim to know the girl? 

I did.

Do I make you uncomfortable, Mr. Doe?

You, good sir, look like you could use a drink. Or a hug. Something or the other. 

Our Daphne? Yeah, she was probably talking about the driver.

I know like three Daphnes. None as charming as Daphne Danvers though.

The men in the auction were either raised by me, related to me or simply would interest me little. And if anything, this was for the children.

And you thought I would be the most interesting date? I’m honored.

There’s nothing to be intrigued about.

You see, that's where you're wrong. I ran into our darling Daphne the other day and she asked which was a better punishment - castration or eye gouging and now one can assume why she was speaking of such things. 

Yeah, wasn’t talking to you.

Yet, here I am completely intrigued. Come now, Chandler, don't let your pride get the best of you. 

Nothing about this date is comfortable. 

Though you continued to raise your bidding card.

You seem happy so perhaps moving on is all we can ever do with our lives. 

Hey. Um…can you reach that box of cereal for me?

I most certainly can, Tyler. 

Right, “John Doe”.

Frankly, I’m enjoying my seared venison and it simply needs my undivided attention.