" oh I'm sure I will my dear I'm sure I will, oh I'm also half toad by the by. Names Mortimer, mortimer Blackwood, and what would your name be my dear ?" The hybrid sweetly said and he gently squeezed his left hand. Warty glands on upon his skin started to secreet a yellowish liquid. Dripping down his fingers and into the awaiting drink below " so about those roaches my dear, you don't have any by the chance ?"