diamond is rough, rough, rough
Matchback for this.
"How can you be the savior of Alrest if you hate children? Isn't that, I dunno, a little antithetical?"
"I like people who're smart, and quiet. A baby is neither." And Minoth was coming up on the same.
"So we'll get you a quiet baby."
"How about for you, so you have someone else to mother?" Father help me...
"Hey, now," Minoth intoned, just to give Malos the faintest reminder that this was (supposed to be) a mutual entanglement.
"How's this?" Malos took Minoth's chin in hand. "I don't kill any babies, and you get out of my ass. 'kay?"