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Isaiah Rolled His Eyes. "good God. What A Noble Lot. You're All Spartacus, Aren't You?

I'd Do A Lot Of Things To Protect You.

If Someone Had Asked Who Could Stage The Best Intervention With A Crazy Woman Who Had Formerly Been An Undead Monster, Sydney Sage Would Have Been My Last Guess.

I'm Just Confused. I Can't Read Your Signals. One Moment You're Hot, The Next You're Cold. You Tell Me You Want Me, You Tell Me You Don't. If You Picked One, That'd Be Fine, But You Keep Making Me Think One Thing And Then You End Up Going In A Completely Different Direction. Not Just Now—all The Time.

Nah. I’m A Consultant, Of Course. Everyone’s Favorite Nondescript Yet Well-paid White-collar Job.