So the first thing I do upon my return is bury a few putrefying bodies while hearing tale of a new murderer about town.
Oh Lithmore, you fair and fickle bitch of a mistress. I -am- sorry I had to leave you, you know. You needn’t punish me for it; a man has duties to his lawfully wedded wife. She understands she must share my affections with you. Why test her patience with such stunts?
Ah, well. I suppose I wouldn’t love you so much were you less unspeakably ugly and cruel.
