“However, I am a humble monk: I would say that your accomplishments were just as amazing, if not more so.”

       Jesse held a hand to his cheek, face already feeling warm with the rush of blood to the area. He looked at Fletcher in a stunned confusion before speaking, “Now I reckon ’ve done a lot in the past to deserve somethin’ like that, but mind refreshin’ my memory on why you just slapped me, miss?”

Ciara raised an eyebrow before clearing her throat. “So basically you’re saying you have a drinking problem.” She stated, crossing her arms sternly and frowning.