Axe promptly answered, "Cadwallader gets chucked off the cliff," as he had little-to-no tolerance for perky blondes and she was from Canada. Reason enough, no? Then he took a moment or two to assess the other ones. "Take Brand to bed," he said decidedly. "The girl one, as the male is a bit of a ponce. So, marry Troy, because she is the one of the three I would most get along with."
Lacing his fingers together and moving them behind his head so he might fully recline on the bleachers, he said not one word about Therese playing along with his crude game. Of course, it tickled him to no end, but he also found that rather than betray her shock, outrage, offended sensibilities, etc., she chose to pretend it did not ruffle her. Though his eyes were closed, enjoying what little of the weak sunshine permeated the cloud cover, the corners of his mouth picked up in a small but evil smirk. At least Therese could not deny the fun that arose from his company, although it did drive him to want to think of more out-of-character activities for the headshrinker, just to see how far he could push her.
"One last one," he decided, crossing one ankle on his knee. "Wadcock… Gudgeon, and McCormack."
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