[ Awkwardly, he looks over to where the food is, and then looks back to Cordelia - and then hates himself a little, or a lot, when he realizes he's looking for permission from her. He can...get food whenever he wants to get food. He has that right. He's free.
Sort of.
When Lucifer turns me loose on all of you, you won't be looking at me with that smile, lady. You'll probably be holding me down while Gregor cuts.
He stands up and goes for a plate. ]
Yeah, well. Or metaphorical throat-cutting, I guess. My point is just that...There are people who matter, and people who don't.
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Date: 2016-05-06 04:44 am (UTC)[ Awkwardly, he looks over to where the food is, and then looks back to Cordelia - and then hates himself a little, or a lot, when he realizes he's looking for permission from her. He can...get food whenever he wants to get food. He has that right. He's free.
Sort of.
When Lucifer turns me loose on all of you, you won't be looking at me with that smile, lady. You'll probably be holding me down while Gregor cuts.
He stands up and goes for a plate. ]
Yeah, well. Or metaphorical throat-cutting, I guess. My point is just that...There are people who matter, and people who don't.