"Well then, allow me to not imply the incorrectness of your possibly incorrect assumptions as to what I may decree in this elongated statement so that I may frustrate and or torment you. The probability that you won't not get this is incredibly high, as it is an inverse of the probability that you will be successful in your endeavor to incorrectly forget what I am dictating to you at a speed which is not entirely possibly not slow."

D'Artigo stared at her, sucking in breath. All that in one breath... it might be a record of his.

"Holy s***, you fried my brain."

"Well, if I can't beat you one way, I'll beat you another. I'm not entirely uneducated my friend."

D'Artigo stands, offering Miv a hand to get up.

Miv grabbed it, but instead of getting up, pulled him back down and pinned him, smiling.

"Okay. Fine. What do you want?" D'Artigo said in a winded, tired voice. Usually he didn't have to work after doing a speech like that.

"Nothing, just bein me." Miv grinned, flashing the slightly extended fangs.

"Just being you can be slightly annoying. I was offering good will, and you stabbed me in the back."

D'Artigo laughed. "Good. You're learning."

Miv laughed. "I suppose you'd hit me if I bit you."

"What kind of bite are we talking here? A hard bite, or a different kind of bite?"

"A love nibble." She grinned.

"A love nibble? Well then I guess it would be okay... just make sure it's not too hard."

Miv laughed and nibbled on the side of his neck, very careful not to nick him with her fangs.

D'Artigo shuddered, a ripple shaking through his body. The bite was tender... so this was what it felt like.

"Ooo... Pale Rose, that is nice. Where did you learn to bite so tenderly?"

"Uh... odd question, but I didn't learn anywhere." Miv pulled up and quirked an eyebrow. "You can be kinda strange..."

"I can be strange? I must say Pale Rose, you're one to talk about that. That is like the pot calling the kettle black."