Seas Would Rise When I Gave The Word

Nope, I really do not want to talk about it sweetheart.

You wanted my power, you have it. I am yours until I find who killed him and they drown with salt water in their veins. No one kills my son and walks away scot free.

"Don’t like death? Sure, sure I guess. It’s like the- ‘game over’ screen at the end of the torture or chase."

"I don't like death, not one whit." Gray said with a shrug, leaning back and crossing his arms across his chest. "So, since we seem to get along so well, care for a coffee?"

Name’s Andrei. 

"I don't like death, it's faux or no go. Mine is all about dominance and power plays. Nah, vanilla is nice once and a while I must say. I'm a cuddler though."

I'm Grayson, Gray to everyone who matters, Mr. Carswell to anyone who doesn't.

I bruise so very easily. -teasing grin-

I seriously doubt that.

Nope, it's a promise.

Not well enough, as per usual. And you, brother? Invented a new spirit yet?

No. Not yet. My experiments have been both wonderful and disgusting. They have so many different types of drinks these days I'm having too much fun with trying everything already present to focus much on making anything new.

How goes... -waves hand- everything with you?