[ If only Baroqueheat knew about the real Bad Dragon in Lupin's pants... his horror is reserved for imagined dongs for now, which he quells by concentrating on those beautiful knockers on the pretty miss. Ah yes, the twin lights of his life.

Running a hand through his effortlessly wind-swept hair, he waves all thoughts about leather up asscracks aside. ]

Hmm, a "you're-so-embarrassing-you-damn-disgrace-I-hope-you-dip-your-ass-in-sulfuric-acid" kind of murder? [ He says this all in one breath: easy, breezy, CoverHeat. ] I hope you'll be there to kiss my boo-boo better.