“Since when is Mayfair scary? …I could absolutely give Brennan an order, but I doubt you want anyone to know I did that. You’re the one that would have to deal with the fallout once all of this is settled.”
“Son. Bullets can’t even kill you. I think a little Louisiana hot sauce won’t even stagger you.”
“Sir, she puts fish heads in soup. They have eyes and everything! I... ok, you’re right. S- Riley would make fun of me over it. But at least I wouldn’t be dead, you know?”
“It’s not hot sauce though! It’s the chocolate of pure evil! It’s a chili pepper that is all ground up and it’s so bad that Light admitted it made her cry. She’s half cajun spice!”














