O’Hara’s steel heel and toe taps echoed through the corridor in a slow, steady rhythm as we walked. “You don’t look like either of them,” C...ief O’Hara said to me in his low, gruff, thick Irish accent. I remained silent and continued walking. “I know who you are, Mr. Renard. And I have no intention of telling anyone,” He stopped walking. I turned to face him and grinned, “I loved my father and grandfather. But, they were both uglier than sin. I am grateful I get my looks from my mother’s. I guess you could tell; I needed it. I'm going in and make a tape right now for my sweetie, about how good a time I had." Tell him he's in our prayers. Goodnight Sweetheart."She kissed me on the check and went in.When I got back to the car, Jeanette kissed me. "Let's not sit here. Hurry, I'm ready. I hope Cathryn had a good time; I did." I hope you have a better time with what's left of the night."She smiled.On the way from the airfield, I had picked up a box of rubbers. I gave Jeanette a good. Do you trust me as an armorer?”“Of course, my Queen. You’re the best armorer in all of Skyrim.”“Then don’t you think that this armor I will be wearing won’t be equally as good?”“I ... dammit, Martina. I love you. I just ... I don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to you and I’m not there to help. I’m worried about you.”“I know you are, my sweet one. All of you are, just you’re the senior, so it was up to you to voice the concerns you all feel. I’m not going to say that the journey I have. Didn’t think kid here was serious when he pointed you out. I mean ... damn.”Antoinette slid in a little closer to the prey. Jack did the same once he realized, and the Prince could see the anxiety fade, replaced with hunger.“Quite serious.” Close enough for her leg to be touching Alex’s, Antoinette got in closer still, so the stranger was pressed against her. She hooked her arm around the back of the booth as well, to completely trap their prey.Jack got in closer as well, and smiled a devious.