"DOESN'T SOUND TO BE A 'YES', CUTHBERT. Sounds to be something like he'd prefer other fucking things," He taunts, brows raised. "BEEN ASKED TWICE LITTLE VANTAS. Pray it not take a motherfucking third." Because Cuthbert wasn't entirely wrong. If he couldn't keep the two from killing one another, he'd just have to kill both before they'd have a chance to do one another in.