Rory: Oh! Hey, Herold. No, just scared when this boy jumped on me. *pets the hellhound and called for more in Greek*
Yea so one day I walked up to this girl I liked yea she liked me to I asked her out and she said no punched me then slapped me and walked away
Ok if you say so - goes to pat one but my stitching brakes on my arm and blood drips off it and stops still - will that effect them?
Rory: *watch them lick their lips at the sight of blood* Yeah... *commands them in Greek to stay* There, now they shouldn't.
Rory: Ow. Well it's not as bad as a hellhound almost ripping your arm off. No offence to you, beauties. *pets one*