The weasel merely scoffed at Dante's offer. "Going after some magic serial killer, or killer<strong>s</strong>, all for some worthless street trash? Haha! Fuck no! We're not going to prance off to another suicide mission. Get yerself another patsy you rotting bald old fart. Right Lita?"<br/><br/>Lita stepped forward, thumped her right fist to her heart and gave a short acknowledging bow.<br/><br/>"WHAT?! Are you insane?" Snapped Sebastian. "You really wanna stick your neck out after what happened last time?"<br/><br/>Her head turned and Lita's eyes locked with Sebastian's, smoldering in the dim light.<br/><br/>"Look, I know it's gonna take a while to pay everything off right now, but at least it's safe! Sort of. We start doing favors like this and we're gonna end up dead in the gutter Lita! Is that what you want to leave for your parents? Crippling debt and a corpse?!"<br/><br/>The fighter's eyes narrowed, only the sound of her muffled breathing leaving the shadows of the plate mail helm.<br/><br/>Sebastian threw his paws up in the air. "Fine. FINE! But just remember when they're carving out our organs to sell in the market,<em>I told you so</em>."