<Lukas> ~ Uh, hey. I hope I didn't screw up by not interfering out there. ~
<Herman> ~Huh?  ... No.  Woulda happened anyway.~
<Lukas> ~ Ah. Yeah. Stubborn types, huh? ~
<Herman> ~Been over this since I was a kid.~
<Lukas> ~ You mentioned that, yeah. Anyway, uh, yeah. Hope the old man didn't 
work you over too hard, huh? I mean, Christ, selfish, really. 16 peoples' lives 
and he wants you two to screw. ~
<Herman> ~Might end up getting married, but yeah, I think I talked him out of 
that part.~
<Lukas> ~... small victories, eh? ~
<Herman> ~Yeah.  Small victories.~
<Lukas> ~ Well, just find a boytoy or two. Bring them to Christmas. Or Solstice. 
Or whatever. ~
<Herman> ~Oh, that's a bloody brilliant idea.  Defenseless guy in a room of 
mages and wizards.~
<Lukas> ~ ... okay, so I wasn't really thinking about that part. ~