Ace wrinkled his nose in mild distaste, in part from the cigar fumes emanating from the ashtray not a few feet away from him, and of course as the recipient of the all too troublesome death-glare and scowl amalgam.
"And you talk too much, brat," Smoker replied in kind, taking a long draft from his cigars. He stole a glance at the pirate only to find
(
Read more... )