[And it doesn't seem to last long. The room seemed to flicker, shadows and dull splatters staining the shop and everyone in it, the dreamscape shifting and twisting into something might have seemed more comforting if it wasn't a mess of endless hallways covered in glass and mirrors. He barely suppresses a snarl as he turns on Arthur.]
Next time I ask what you're going to do? You're going to tell me before I agree to anything.
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Next time I ask what you're going to do? You're going to tell me before I agree to anything.