“see, you’re just sad that i may have to kill your boyfriend to get what i want, and it’s cute.” he could have added on a bit more, but he didn’t feel it was necessary. especially now. “really, it is.”
“I’ve got a nasty habit of making it someone else’s problem too”
“again, that’s a you problem, and not a ME problem.”
“I don’t know, I kind of like my boyfriend. If you get rid of him, I’ll have to retrain another one”
“that seem’s more like a you problem, don’t you think?”
“Last I heard the antichrist was next in line for the throne,”
“yeah, well, we’ll see about that, wont we?”
“Sure,” Nita arched an eyebrow, “I’m the queen of England.”
“and i’m the RIGHTFUL ruler of hell, but we can’t all have what we want, can we?”