wont feel nothin' better

Oh, oh, and did the gods dance. As Belle was alternately bathed in purple and blue lights, Dagfinn licked his lips and settled back on his haunches. He could watch this view for the rest of his life. Making a distant, fleeting mental note to retrieve more of the fungi he'd found, he gave Deathbelle his best, most handsome grin. Of course, with his current state of mind, it was less "roguishly handsome" and more "slightly crazed."

"Y'must be right, luv - all of creation was put on this earth for your dainty little toes to dance across it and dazzle mere mortals like me," Dag went on. He had always had a tendency to wax poetic when he was under the influence, this time being no different. With the psychoactive drugs percolating in his system, he was sure that their meeting was destiny.

"I'm here to meet you, of course," He added, thinking himself very clever. She had to be in on it - she was too wise, too beautiful, too ethereal not to know. "I'm Dagfinn ofláti Flindt, forever and ever at your service."