"If he pisses himself, I'm not it for cleaning."

Just saying. Twelve hours was a long time. Ten wriggled out the floor, making little panicked noises and hitched breaths, clearly afraid now. Good. He deserved it. Little brat. Standing up, he used his leg to roll Ten over, enjoying the scared squeal he made. "Okay, let's go grab some food."

He was so hungry. "We can discuss plans."