[ This is dumb. Not necessarily what Oliver's doing, but that Cellar is considering it without placing more verbal obstacles in his way. It's not like she expects him to provide any mind-blowing information, and Great would've smacked her upside the head (provided he could reach it) for how she phrased the terms, but.
But whatever, that's what. ]
You better not draw a dick on me, I swear to god.
[ Sit down she does, positioned as per his instructions. ]
no subject
But whatever, that's what. ]
You better not draw a dick on me, I swear to god.
[ Sit down she does, positioned as per his instructions. ]