she's the blade and you're just paper

[yinyangrabbit]

Beh. There's no point worrying over it. Thinking too much makes me lose my appetite.

RAVEN. Talk. You. Me. Now.

AND. That nosy birdbrain who was inquiring about my manservant--that's mine, and I won't have you messin' with him.

Speaking of which, Oz, I need to talk to you, too.