Narration(Marozi): In a heartbeat the river shifts, and my young Hades is here. And I’ll ring up his order…
Narration(Marozi): …once he stops gawping at the menu and makes up his mind.
Narration(Marozi): Probably he’ll make a move to ensnare Esme. It’s what I would do in his stead.
Narration(Marozi): And lecture her and make her cry and promise not to incite crowds to terrorism anymore.
Narration(Marozi): Righty-ho.
Xander: I don’t know how you say this in your language.
Xander: But do you have the stuff without the foaming bugs? For normal people?
Xander: Yes! That stuff!
Narration(Marozi): Whatever possessed me to leave the gun at Qureshi’s house?!
Narration(Marozi): And why don’t I have an arsenal of weapons hidden in hollowed-out copies of Great Expectations?!
Narration(Marozi): More importantly…why isn’t his highness noticing that the guy handing him his coffee is plotting to kill him?
Xander: Because everyone does.
Marozi: Coffee’s on the house. I’ll tell Qureshi to charge it to my illegal salary.
Narration(Marozi): And when he sits down…my eyes just want to slide away from the spot whenever I glance over.
Narration(Marozi): Somehow I have to prevent Esme from walking through that door. With Xander this slippery, Qureshi will never believe that he’s…here…at last.