-You know, I agree with Mark, or whatever your real name is. - the Tyrian unexpectedly stated. -On what grounds does this girl, who recently couldn't even utter a coherent sentence, distribute the loot? Although... I must admit, that state suited you much better, Ivisa. - Ratislav remarked.
-What's gotten into you, Horus, have you found some semblance of dignity? - Nemo added in a low voice after a moment of thought, - And I'm not talking about the one you have in your pants.
Except the ones we've made