[Molotov sighs, like this is maybe some kind of huge burden, then stands up in her all her six-feet-in-heels glory and rounds the sofa to glower properly.

She's like a model, maybe, if models had eyepatches and perma-bitchfaces and kept their own bodies loaded up with weapons while reading old novels.]

First and third, I tell you to shut up, because I am Molotov fucking Cocktease, best mercenary in the western hemisphere and I have lived in this stupid castle for three years. So I am really not someone you want to fuck with.

Second, no one drugged you. If they had, they probably would have changed your clothes, because you look more stupid than most of the "villains" in my world, and that is saying something. This is Paradisa, and if you want to stop acting like a moron, I will tell you about it.

Or you can keep screaming and a bunch of bleeding heart, do-gooders will eventually come running down those stairs to knock you into next week. And none of them will have my patience, so.