Wouldn't have been a good idea to bicker like an old couple while they were still trapped. And he was confident enough that they both wanted to get out of there more than they might have wanted to hurt each other. Apart from maybe losing his left nut just then.
"I'm not slow you plonker," John snaps, curt and brusque though the fire under his arse is just keeping him warm for now. He's convinced this is a game. Some kind of ploy by some demon to get him to reveal something he ought to be holding closer to his chest. But what? And whom?
"I'll warn you now mate. You don't want to play games with me. I always win." A bit of maturity over the years, sure. And a lot of drinking and reflecting on how many pegs he ought to take himself down to, whether it'd make any difference when it comes to getting the people he cares about killed. But, for better or worse, he's still a cocky little shit, and he likes courting danger.
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"I'm not slow you plonker," John snaps, curt and brusque though the fire under his arse is just keeping him warm for now. He's convinced this is a game. Some kind of ploy by some demon to get him to reveal something he ought to be holding closer to his chest. But what? And whom?
"I'll warn you now mate. You don't want to play games with me. I always win." A bit of maturity over the years, sure. And a lot of drinking and reflecting on how many pegs he ought to take himself down to, whether it'd make any difference when it comes to getting the people he cares about killed. But, for better or worse, he's still a cocky little shit, and he likes courting danger.