If I could count the times that he's flirted with me or anyone else, I'd have to count every digit on my person and every single one of my beasts' as well. Honestly I'm not sure how he doesn't sprain his wrist, as that's the only sort of action he'll ever receive at this rate.

The brinesucker is still my friend. Was my friend?

[ yeah. not even sure here. ]

Maybe I should just give up on that. It's a pretty good lost cause at this point.