He came over, his hand outstretched. "Deal."

I jumped to my feet and shook. "You won't regret this. Do you prefer I address you as His Lordship, Imperious One, or Fearless Leader?" I gave a celebratory click of the pen.

He stole it away, tucking it into his suit jacket pocket. "And so the regrets begin. Alright. I'd regret missing the opportunity to take Chariot down even more, though. Just, uh - for both our sakes you should know that, um." He glanced down, wet his lips, ...