<em>"Actually, Warren, my parents run an outfit.  Though we stayed away from the slave trade, we were not little angels either.  Well, solving a crime maybe.  Cant say I have ever tried that one on for size.  Oh, Warren, would you like to hit the rec room later after I get off?"</em><br/><br/>"Hmm."  He grunts and bites something that crunches, attributing to the obvious dismay on his face.  "Yeah, sure.  Asses will be kicked.  Balls will be played with.  Sounds like a good time."  He grins strangely and cocks a dark eyebrow at Adam.<br/><br/>When he goes off to eat and Dawn takes his position , he remains on the couch, popping more odd parts in his mouth.  "Hey D.  Want some assorted delicacies?"  He holds the bowl out to her.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>