"Yes, my loyal subject?" Russell says. Magnanimously. He's back to having fun again. "Oh, we would be delighted if you would officiate the wedding for us." Beaming.
Pretending to answer the question he is quite certain The Magister isn't asking.
But seriously, he needs him to perform this damned wedding, so they can get on with things. All this hewing and hawing is really annoying. And he can taste whatever perfume Sophie-Ann has doused herself with. And all that from a tiny peck on the shoulder. Well, there will be no more of that.
no subject
He's back to having fun again.
"Oh, we would be delighted if you would officiate the wedding for us."
Beaming.
Pretending to answer the question he is quite certain The Magister isn't asking.
But seriously, he needs him to perform this damned wedding, so they can get on with things. All this hewing and hawing is really annoying.
And he can taste whatever perfume Sophie-Ann has doused herself with. And all that from a tiny peck on the shoulder. Well, there will be no more of that.