[Hey, Erik likes those. For...entirely different reasons, probably. He groans at the threat.]
I'll burn it if it is. [And he's starting to wonder if he'll make it to his bed at this rate, so he laughs again, and lumbers toward the door.] Good night, Charles.
[spam]
I'll burn it if it is. [And he's starting to wonder if he'll make it to his bed at this rate, so he laughs again, and lumbers toward the door.] Good night, Charles.