You’re asking me to give away my baby.
No, I’m asking you what the price for your baby is, there’s a difference.
Well, you kinda started it by implying I liked getting pissed on. I don’t really have a safe word. I’ve never been in a situation that called for one.
I’m at fault. Sorry, Salt. My apologies.
Just as long as your safe word isn’t my son, I think we’re good.
Trying out an impression of my dad there? I think that sounds more like something my brother would say, though…
Keep Julian out of your mouth, mate.
You can’t have Outlaw. He’s all mine.
Didn’t you ever learn to share?
You sound like you’re five.
Oh yeah, my safe word is Julian. Takes me right out of the moment.
…you fucking bastard.
I’m used to being pissed on, but not in that way. Jesus Christ.
Oh I didn’t know you had boundaries.
Do you have a safe word as well?
Me too. It made me want to adopt one, but I already have one.
Too bad we can’t have them all.
Is your dog for sale?
How much for your dog?
Well in that case, check me out all you want. You know how down I am for sports.
Let me guess, watersports is your thing?
I’m afraid that’s the only “sport” I could see you indulging in, Salt.