Ariv: "Whenever you're done," Ariv stated with a smile before grabbing a clean glass and a bottle of whiskey. "Let me know. It'd be good to get you a room and other items you might need."

George: "Well lighter it is," George growled, glaring back at him. "Now either you can take some spare poppy seeds and bite a stick so there is less pain or you can be a dick and have to deal with the burning pain of this lighter."

That's the absolute worst-

That's great!! I am glad you both are good!! I am good myself actually.

Damian: "I swear to god if you even come near me with that thing!!" He hissed venom in his voice. He backed away as best as he could. Which was only a few centimetres.

Ariv: Pouring the whiskey into the glass, he studied Huey for a moment. "Do you know where you're at in an educated sense? Would you say highschooler knowledge or college level? Bellow those perhaps?"

George: "The hard way it is then...," George grumbled, flicking the lighter on as he held down the area he needed to close.