He let out a loud, single 'Ha!' of laughter. "You want me to be your pimp after all that talk of grandeur? For one whore, it's not worth fucking Lightnin' off and gettin' us both killed. So no, no your tits are -not- enough." He took half a step away then turned on his heel. "I -do- like the way you think, though..." He curiously hummed, tapping against his chin as he considered... Something.<br/><br/>"There ain't a way in hell I'm taking one whore up against his entire group of pussy-peddlers, but a partnership ain't so out of the question, if yer -more- than a pair of knockers."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>