AAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAH!! That poor sofa!
“And I’d like my sofa to be beneath me, but it’s broken.” Nox pouted at him. “And it’s all your fault.”
“If the assassin was so utterly incompetent that he succeeded only in dispatching inanimate objects rather than his quarry, I hardly see how I am to blame.”
“You sent him!” Nox said indignantly. “For all I know, you expressly ordered him to ruin my furniture.” The pout returned with greater force. “I liked that sofa.”
“I assure you, when I dispatched that assassin, the only thing on my mind was your demise,” Ravage said.
Nox put her hands on her hips. “Well, you’ll have to settle for my sofa’s demise—and by settle, I mean buy me a new one.”