‘What, pray-tell; was His opinion on the matter?’
‘In the raiment of an absurd grin, he cast me an odd look and proclaimed that; “It was no matter of luck, only Time.”’
A chuckle to punctuate.
‘That sounds like Him.’
Death was passing the bottle back to the man as I sauntered in.
‘Come now, how was it?’
A disgruntled collapse, I fell into my third.
A smirk twofold.
’I’m absolutely useless to Her, I swear. I come apart at the seams, over what would seem to some; the most innocuous detail.’
‘You do realise that’s part of why She likes you so much, do you not?’
’That’s all a bit paradoxical is it not?’
Two pair of raised eyebrows.
Eyes raised sharply heavenward in disgust.
‘Chivalry, for one who likes to perplex; you spend a lot of time falling upon your own sword.’
‘Just pass me the damnable bottle.’
The laughter of an amiable fit.