Oh come now, Ros, I told you I finishing up and you invited yourself over! [He makes a face and with a barely stifled groan, shifts his position. The tread up the stairs is weighted and slow, the polar opposite of the pace of his escape.] If you're so fond of swats you oughtta meet Red. The two of you would be the best of friends in no time. You'd do the slaps, she's covering the kicks.

[His shins have been blitzed twice now. This is a sad day to be Richie Tozier.]

What the hell do you need me for anyway? All I did was copy down what Dorian magicked into making sense. He's the one you should be dragging by the ear, not me.