[ Craw wigged at Nightmare to get where he was so he could take his chunks instead of the ones offered by Harley. These birds have more personality than one would expect of pets of Jonathan Crane.

He arched a brow, cigarette between his lips but unlit. He was lighting it now. He had needed that nicotine. ]

I didn't say that that would make you sound like a dirty secret. Which you are not. I said I wouldn't talk to people. I am not the type to kiss and tell. I don't care if you do.