It's a war in your bedroom, baby.

No, no Duck Dynasty kink or anything like that. No facial hair or just a bit of stubble. That’s all.

Snoresville!

It is? I mean, I like men with a little stubble and a beanie maybe. But a full out beard? Nah.

Stubble, beards, barely any facial hair at all, fuck it! I do it all. Especially if there's a beanie involved.  

As you should. There are not many that have such great privileges. 

How fucking fascinating.

Hmmm. And what is so damned fascinating tonight, sweet cheeks?

And for that bit of insight, you get a free pass into my shop, wolf girl... for a little while, anyways. 

Asshole, child with a lollipop, fainting goat, come on, little wolf, you should know by now that it really doesn't matter to me who I manage to disturb, I just like the fact that I'm able to.

Speaking my language there, wolfling.

Normally, I would say that I just don't give a whole lot of shits, but when it comes to the business side of things, I suppose you might be right. 

Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.

Only if there's a few dozen mimosas promised with said "eggs and bakey."

Why do I get the feeling like you’ll be the one standing on the sidelines with the lit match ready to set the town on fire?

Probably because that sounds exactly like something I would do.