it's criminal

“That sounds fair enough,” Marya agreed.  “Thanks for your help; I really do appreciate it.”

“Well, I don’t know what else to offer.  I’m no slave, I’m not going to dole out sexual favors to get a hand here,” she said, laughing lightly.  “But I’ll let you cook if you really insist.”

“Just one letter off, aren’t you?  Seriously, if you help me move this stuff, I’ll even make you & the small one dinner.”

“I love kids, actually.  I’ll put away the sex toys and everything.”

“You don’t have time to move like three boxes?”

“I wasn’t - didn’t… wow, so it’s true. People’s brain capacity do wither with age. Shame.”

“The whole tough as nails act? Snarky? It’s tired, babe. Retire it and move on. If you want to get a rise out of me, you’ll have to work harder.”

“Fuck this place.” The darkling drawled under her breath, a distinct Louisiana accent detectable.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”