Son Of Stark

"How about you get me a drink?"

"That a request, or demand?"

"Hmmm… tough decision. I may have to get back to you on that one."

"Now, what are our plans for tonight? I hope you’ve got something fun going on for your hard working not-husband. He really kinda deserves it."

"Or there's the standard watch shitty tv and fuck all night."

"— No. The exact opposite, actually. And we’re not even married to begin with!"

"I'm just teasing. I know you're doing this the right way, like I did it. Work hard, ground up. Make things happen. I'm proud of you babe."

"And I told you, that wouldn’t be independent of me. And it sure as hell wouldn’t be growing up. You have to deal with unpleasant people in life. It sucks, but it’s there. At least I get paid while doing it. Besides, I’m in college, now. I’m meant to have a minimum wage job that comes with a shitty boss.”

"Slow. Which is bullshit, because even when we have like, zero customers, he still won’t let me use the time to go over my lecture notes."

"— It’s okay. You can drop the act for a second… the dragon’s outside, having a smoke break."

"How's it goin' babe?"

"Oh, well. Fancy seeing you here.”

"Mmm, yes, I was wondering if you could help me young man ... I'm in the market for records."

Logan merely sits there, completely unfazed by Steven’s threats as he tilts his head and waits expectantly. The scene that unfolds before him, has the wolf laughing so hard that he could hardly breathe. “And the morning just keeps getting better and better. —— Hey! Don’t abuse Dummy.”

He ended up smacking Dummy in the side, who responded by hitting him with his only arm, "Ow!"