Kiss my arse. I'm the Lord of Murder - I'll show you why.

Fine, I guess I'll just stay here and eat dirt or whatever.

Smashing! Soon, my friend - soon we can share a flagon of something liquid and a tale of derring-do!

You could've asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.

How would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?