<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"That's not the sort of question you ask a lady." Rheanna replied, tartly.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>He facepawed, glowing underneath his fur. "Sorry. Got a little carried away." He listened to Ella, nodding at the end. "Well, it wouldn't bother me either way. My drummer's 3000 years old, so ageism is not on the agenda."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>It only took a few moments to collect the things, and give Chris the potion. "Guarranteed to make going to pieces painless and temporary." Rheanna said, watching the preparations.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Great," he said with a hint of sarcasm, downing the potion. "I have a thing about blood, though, so excuse me if I keep my eyes closed. I'm not sure if it'll work while being dismembered though." He peered at the expanding hot dog and the gigantic mustard bottle, feeling again like he was in some sort of Disney movie gone very, very wrong.<br/><br/>He nonetheless bounced amiably onto the hotdog, grinning. "Mustard!"