"Done nothing and you are scribbling notes? What is it you are writting about? My dreamly Locks, my dead tire eyes, my lack luster face? Or are you just sketching me like one of your French PaperDemon Girls? Look, I Know I make your heart beat like a drum when I am around, I can tell by the vessel on your forhead that look like it about to burst in frustration, but Cryus my man, you can do better then me."
sip from his jug