[ With little more than a resigned face, Reaper weathers the insults to his intelligence until the man runs out of words. ]

Sure, I could pop you like a grape, but I doubt that's what you meant. [ He lets out a big puff of air from his nose, looking around. ] Fine. Let's get this over this, but we're not doing it in the middle of a street.

[ The Down is famous for back alleys and hidey holes for shooting up and fucking a poor sub into the bricks, so that's where they're headed. Try not to leak through your shirt on the way, Vickie. ]