Luthien: ... *SMITE*
Wulf: Ow. Just tryin' to help.
Luthien: First off, don't call me sweetheart. Second, don't taunt hormonal pregnant Maia women. Third, yes, I suspected it, but I'd like to hear HIM say it.
Wulf: First off, there's a lot worse I could have called you. Secondly, I'm already dead, so bite me. Thirdly...good luck with Captain Avoidance.
Luthien: ... *cries*
LuthienMun: o.O *gives her a hanky* Bad dog! You made her upset.
Wulf: Like there's anything else to do up here.
Luthien: What did I ever do to you? Shouldn't you be making license plates or something?
Wulf: I just have a general low-level disgust for anything blond that smells like horse manure and sits on a throne. Nothing personal.
Luthien: Well, that's too bad, now, isn't it.
Wulf: *shrug* At least I'm faithful to MY wife.
Luthien: *leaves to go screw Éomer*
Wulf: *goes back to flicking peanuts into Ancalime's cleavage*