J.R. Ward Quote
My Lord! the doggen exclaimed. Sire! Oh, it is good that you have arrived home before the storm! May I get you a libation?Fritz’s smile was like that of a basset hound’s, all wrinkles and enthusiasm, and the butler had a dog’s lack of time conception, his joy as if the pair of them had been gone for five years, not an hour.How ’bout a couple of bulletproof vests, V said under his breath.But of course! Would you care for the Point Blank Alpha Elites, or is this more of a bomb-detonation occasion requiring the Paraclete tactical vests?As if the choice were nothing more than having to pick white tie and tails over your standard-issue tuxedo.You had to love the guy, V thought grudgingly.It was a joke, my man.
My Lord! the doggen exclaimed. Sire! Oh, it is good that you have arrived home before the storm! May I get you a libation?Fritz’s smile was like that of a basset hound’s, all wrinkles and enthusiasm, and the butler had a dog’s lack of time conception, his joy as if the pair of them had been gone for five years, not an hour.How ’bout a couple of bulletproof vests, V said under his breath.But of course! Would you care for the Point Blank Alpha Elites, or is this more of a bomb-detonation occasion requiring the Paraclete tactical vests?As if the choice were nothing more than having to pick white tie and tails over your standard-issue tuxedo.You had to love the guy, V thought grudgingly.It was a joke, my man.