"You've got the flexibility of a bloody circus act," Lee comments, watching the entire scene out from a distance. "Didn't know a crime boss needed to ask for permission, aye." While bitterness had subsided somehow, traces of it are very much still present. "It's all yours, darling."
Sam straightens, hands on his hips as he turns toward Lee. Hell, he even makes a face. "I asked for your blessing then, I'll ask for it now." The appeal of what floats in that jar has worn off now. In all fairness, it's not as though Sam would have much to do with it aside from assign it as a paper weight. "Keep your balls," displayed and otherwise. "How's the other woman working with you?"
















