[The words mean nothing to him, but he grunts in appreciation as he takes the mug and mutters the one word he knows in norse:] Skol.
[Terribly pronounced, but the intention is what matters. What a strange relationship they've ended up with... one where Dodger has to admit to himself that actually killing the kid would leave an empty hole in his life. He could almost consider him a friend; someone who's always there with an offer of expending energy and getting that sick satisfaction of blood on his hands.]
Hey - I want you to promise you won't get yourself killed before I get the chance. Yeah?
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[Terribly pronounced, but the intention is what matters. What a strange relationship they've ended up with... one where Dodger has to admit to himself that actually killing the kid would leave an empty hole in his life. He could almost consider him a friend; someone who's always there with an offer of expending energy and getting that sick satisfaction of blood on his hands.]
Hey - I want you to promise you won't get yourself killed before I get the chance. Yeah?