[ Not liking the sass, one bit, William gives her ass a slap, firm enough to probably force a mortal to bleed. He goes to the nightstand, but not to rummage through its drawer. Instead, he's taking up the forgotten bottle of gin, downing the remainder of it in a few gulps. ]
I don't want to hear any more back talk tonight, understood?
[ Another slap to the other cheek to make himself clear. ]
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Instead, he's taking up the forgotten bottle of gin, downing the remainder of it in a few gulps. ]
I don't want to hear any more back talk tonight, understood?
[ Another slap to the other cheek to make himself clear. ]