<span style="color: Blue">"I'm not your average demon either, I'll have everyone in love with me when I leave. Assuming they can't help put me to sleep. Well if you get away with being a priestess acting the way you do I should have no problems either."</span><br/><br/>Jim looked both sea sick and on a verge of strangling someone out of anger. "War? We're being told to preach to men and stand to the side as they throw themselves to their death. How am I doing? Well let's see, I'm on a boat, I've stripped of all my medals and my title, the armor I proudly wore was tossed in a crate and they gave me this, this shit with spikes on it. Who would even wear armor like this? Even Orcs wear more reasonable armor." His rage was settled the second Britomart hugged him and he returned it tightly. "Well Commander, I guess you're now the boss of me both on the field and at home." He smiled and kissed her lovingly. "Promise me we'll settle down somewhere and start a family when we go home."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>