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Note: Hi all, M here! Welcome to the third chapter of Don and M's Piccolo/Gohan roleplay converted to fanfiction. In this chapter, Gohan and Piccolo finally give in to the love and attraction that was been building since the day Piccolo took him away from the Son home and into his world.

Warnings: Violence, AU plot but follows closely with canon, bloodkink, masturbation, sex, homosexuality, bondage, orgy, homophobia (later chapters)

Enjoy!

Chapter 3

'Tell me how to repay you.'

His throat ached and his tongue burned with the taste of the demi-saiyan's blood lingering on it.

As Piccolo climaxed, the demi-saiyan felt a heavy wave brush over them. A mix of ki, and another Gohan couldn't quite make out. Tangible in quality, yet foreign...

Steadily, Gohan let the rush of white fluid jet into his mouth. Hot, sticky, bittersweet. He'd imagined thousands of times what Piccolo tasted like and none of them came remotely close to the real thing. Piccolo was at least thicker than his thumb was long and eight inches long, maybe longer; just a bit bigger than him. And that earthly green shade, Gohan purred under his breath...brilliant.

Gohan took his hands back, wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist with a shimmering look of satisfaction, staring at the Namek, and then...

'Tell me how to repay you.'

The younger man's head shot up suddenly as if burnt, mass off hair following to spill over his naked shoulders. Promptly, he swallowed the load in his mouth and licked his teeth. Grinned.

"There's nothing to repay, Piccolo-san. Nothing at all. I showed you what I thought you deserved, and you..."

Gohan ran a finger over various scrapes and cuts sensually.

"You have given me more than enough. I can make you cum again if you like, though."

Purred, sat up, and crawled onto the Namek, shoving his tongue down his throat roughly, tasted irish spring and metallic-like blood.

Growling, Piccolo sucked on his tongue, fangs teasingly scrapping but not cutting. The taste of himself was foreign, noticeably bitter compared to the rich flavor of Gohan's blood. Lazily, he drew his hands up, combing threw wild locks of hair.

Moaning, he could hardly believe the words Gohan spoke. Drawing his hand over his own throat, he held it there, brushing the sensitive points he knew to be the nodes that allowed him to become sexually aroused. Could he become so aroused as he had been moments before? The loss of control and listening to cravings until his ability to think was drowned in lust?

He shuddered, muscles blissfully limp and willing to stay put for a while longer. Ignoring his body's protest to lay still and enjoy everything Gohan could do to him, should he please, Piccolo moved his hand from his throat to run over the wound on Gohan's neck.

"What about this?"

He shifted to press a leg between the demi-saiyan's, pressing cautiously.

The demi-saiyan puffed suddenly, bucked against Piccolo wildly before stilling himself.

"I-I..if you like, Piccolo-san," a ruby red blush climbed his neck, and Gohan averted his gaze away abruptly. "I've just never...let anyone...do that to me. Never trusted anyone so close."

Logic and matter-of-faculty were starting to return now that his lust subsided just a bit, along with the shyness he'd so carelessly left behind.

Gohan pressed into Piccolo's hand and clenched his knees together, wishing he could hide the aching stiffness. He bit his lip and tried not to let the blush darken, it was so embarrassing. It was one thing to pleasure the hero of his dreams but to let him return the favor? This was just too good to be true.

He'd already gave him so much already.

'You've indulged my greatest fantasy. I need nothing else.'

"Please don't do this because you want to return the favor. You owe me nothing, Mr. Piccolo. "

Briefly, Gohan locked eyes with Piccolo before he looked away anxiously. He loved Piccolo, loved him beyond limits and above reason. But...it was likely he didn't return that love, at least not the same as Gohan's. It was selfish but it was the only way he'd think to go to that next step with his Master.

He twined their fingers together, and pulled away the hand from his neck.

The remaining wounds burned deliciously, however, it was the end of the dream.

"Do you not feel this?"

He let Gohan feel the rush of raw emotions; attachment, worry, flickers of frustration and something very deep inside claiming the young man's mind as HIS.

"Don't."

He pulled that lean form up, turning him around in his lap as he sat up. A familiar position from when Gohan first crawled in his lap and leaned against his broad chest when he was little.

Dropping his chin to the demi-saiyan's unmarked shoulder, he clasped both of Gohan's wrists, pinning them against his chest.

Antenna brushed over a pale cheek as he slipped his other hand down to the painful looking erection, wrapping his fingers around it and pumping steadily.

"You need this as much as I did."

Growling, Piccolo turned his attention to Gohan's throat, lining it with sharp bites and quick licks. Tightening the grip on his lover's wrists, Piccolo caught his ear, voice rough from screaming.

"I'll give what I please to, Gohan."

'I crave it. I need to show you what you do to me. Damn, you're mine.'

The territorial growl washed through the link, the desire to hold him, please him, protect him clawed over his mind's link. Pulling and opening his hand to palm the organ, Piccolo nearly groaned with Gohan's reactions. Those sounds driving him wild once more.

Gohan trembled, all emotion twisting and all around him nothing but a tangible blur. White sparks danced behind his eyelids like fireworks. Everything Piccolo was doing, those damned fangs, those talented fingertips. And that voice, with those steel promises, holy shit.

Try as he might, he was incapable of moving any limbs. Piccolo held him fast with impressive strength, so much so that even the goldening of hair and jadeing eyes made no difference. A state of primal demand claimed them both, especially his lover, and the loss of control nearly made Gohan weep. Hotly.

Gohan whimpered, pressed his back against Piccolo's chest. Desperate to contain himself, and failing completely. Always lax in Piccolo-san's arms, always, even from day one...

'I think I've gone blind!'

Ripples of tension chased each other up the well-defined muscles of the demi-saiyan's torso. The pleasure was killing him like a black mass of death, all on the inside... the best kind of death.

Gohan hardened, more pressure was building. Thoughts were escaping faster amongst the blur, barely, he parted his lips. Voice trembled and broken.

"P-P-Piccolo-san, w-w-w-e can go further. T..t...there is more than this. Do...you.."

His head tilted back wildly when a tremor vibrated from his spinal cord to his neck, jumping, nearly knocking both of them to the ground.

"Do you want more than this?"

Holding still, fingers squeezed yet did not move over his cock.

Pressing tightly against Gohan's form, Piccolo stilled his lips upon his lover's throat. Showing the same attention to Gohan was, as far as he knew, and here he offered something even more then this pleasure?

Pulling his legs up, he pinned them against flexing, twitching sides. He watched as Gohan slipped slowly away from the edge.

"What's more then this?"

His mouth found the small drops of blood still spilling over his mark on the demi-saiyan, dragging his tongue over them.

Gohan willed his thrumming heartbeat to slow by utilizing what little self control he had left. Piccolo had all but sucked it away, literally.

"There's...well," the demi-saiyan's member throbbed between his legs. Threw his head back and moaned; those little bites were really starting to get to him, almost as much as the green hand deliciously clasped around his twitching member.

He throat tightened, cutting off what ability he had left to speak. Grrr.

Gohan knitted his thick eyebrows together. Concentrate!

'You can put yourself inside of me. I...I've never let alone do that, before. I mean, you don't have to, but...Kami, I need to feel you deep. I love you too much. I...hope that doesn't bother you, all of this is bringing up so much. You have no idea what you've done to me!'

The wet tongue caressed hot skin, and Gohan just about lost it. How much more burning could he take? He was already too sensitive...

Pulling himself way, Piccolo tilted his head to the side, the faintest brushing of a blush crossing his cheeks.

Damn he wished he knew what Gohan meant.

Brushing a hand over his twitching antenna, he made a point of keeping his eyes on those lips.

"Explain."

It was bad enough his cock was aching again, the friction of the hot body in his lap only making it worse.

Slipping his hands over lean hips, he massaged the muscles there. Everything he knew now a mirror of what Gohan had shown or told him.

Minus marking him. A small voice echoed in the back of his mind, the pleasure rolling off of the idea was nearly as intoxicating as the scent and heat in front of him.

The relaxation by those expert fingertips eased the tension in his back. Gohan exhaled, heavy relief drowning his senses. Curiously, he cocked his head to look halfway at his long-time friend.

'Hmmm?'

Gohan smiled like a little kid when he taught a tinge of purple. Aw, Piccolo-san was blushing! Such a rare sight...'twas all the more endearing. And that sweat, framing his elvin-like face...

"Piccolo-san! You're blushing!"

The demi-saiyan chewed on a bruised lip and shoved against Piccolo, hard, attempting to knock them back. A hard, powerful piece of meat rebelled upon the invasion. Gohan flared his ki to super-saiyan status and arbitrarily "leapt" the hurdle by grinding against the member, long enough to gain the upper hand.

Eyes flared jade, and Gohan knocked them back suddenly with a thump. Of course, he broke free mid-air and turned to straddle the Namek's shapely hips.

The blow probably knocked the wind out of Piccolo. Ah. No matter, his lover would just have to bare it. No questions asked.

"I'll show you. No allowances, Piccolo-san. This may sting a bit, and you'll probably end up cumming. I've done this so many times in my dreams..."

Gohan grinned, eying Piccolo's heavy chest, soaked in sweat. Kami, he just wanted to fuck him then and there. Hmm. perhaps he was losing his mind or enacting a possession of sort.

Suddenly, he wet two fingers with his tongue, and thrust them into Piccolo's sweet heat without warning and twisted. Unforgiving, just like Piccolo-san had been all those years ago.

"Shall I shove my fingers a bit deeper to hit your sweet spot?"

The demi-saiyan dug them a bit deeper, utilizing a reserved bit of power. Scraped at Piccolo-san's walls with the tips of his fingernails.

Air rushed out of his body too fast at the invasion to recover from the wind being knocked out of him.

The blush across his face swallowed it in an even darker shade, ears matching the shade.

Mouth falling open, Piccolo clenched his eyes shut, his body clamping down on those fingers at the same time. Tossing his head back, a roar of pain shook his form.

Nothing made sense as pleasure started to burn his body, legs spasming until they grasped against the solid form between them, trying to cut off the feeling at the same time as keep it there.

Heels dug into the ground, trying desperately to steady himself.

"Gohan!"

Fingers became one with the talons at the ends, hooking and racking air with the sudden lack of sense to know what to do with his hands. Everything burned as his mind slipped back into nothingness, unable to cut between what hurt and what was causing that blinding pleasure.

The younger man nodded with approval and paused to stare, livid. The primal need to conquer his prey was almost too much to bare, and yet, here he sat, observing with a sick fascination. A lucid twinkle in his eye...

The musky tightness about his fingers shook him back. Piccolo started to grip him so tightly that he just about lost the circulation in his fingertips.

'Excited are we?'

Gohan purred, slid a finger across chiseled curves, tracing every muscle lazily until they traveled back to their primary objective. Kami, Piccolo-san was so gorgeous, especially wet and hard. This time a wet pink tongue replaced his fingertips and probed curiously. Every bit of the Namek's fleshy walls were smooth, clean, and searingly hot to his thick tongue.

His cock hardened painfully, but it was nothing. Saiyan heritage and long years of training allowed his body to undergo any sort of torment, even of the primal kind.

A hand grasped the dick just a little ways above Piccolo's anus. Grappled and forced it upward. Just enough to drink in hundreds of those throaty moans...

'Beg me. I'm not going to stop, like the softy I usually am, Piccolo-san. You know what I'm like when you push me...you push me into a corner with no way out.'

Blond locks spilled into his catlike green eyes; stared at Piccolo from between the arch of his legs.

Grasping onto Gohan's thoughts, Piccolo arched off the ground, talons grasping the earth as blasts of ki destroyed it.

Moans shook to his core as he choked out parts of Gohan's name.

The air around him pushed out of his lungs too quickly, the lack of oxygen making him that much more light headed.

The heat from within his loins was like a volcano pouring into his veins, muscles twitching with each struggle to buck his hips with the need for more.

"D-D-Damn it!"

Fangs snapped together, as a hiss rode out with each touch, stroke and hold.

"Gohan!"

Sparks shot threw his body, ki flaring as whimpers escaped without being choked back.

If he didn't stop soon, he'd lose it.

Faintly his mind pleaded for Gohan to do whatever he wished to. So long as the demi-saiyan got what he needed. Anything.

Gohan tongue fucked Piccolo's entrance just enough until he was well prepared for the next act. And, of course, for those sounds that curled his gut. However...all of this could be dragged out, there was the possibility. The demi-saiyan chewed a bottom lip, tasting metal; the draw of another challenge shoving against over and over to the edge.

Gohan squeezed Piccolo's throbbing member, and licked the tip mockingly. Pre-cum leaked suddenly and Gohan's jade-eyes widened, filling with an even deeper pool of primal essence.

He lowered himself to stare into those eyes, one of his hands carelessly gripping the green wrists tangled in the shattered ground together tightly. Right to the middle. Pressed a hard length against the inner thigh of his best friend, expression cool and calculated despite the smolder heat burning through his veins.

"Flustered? I never thought I'd see you in this state. Oh how the mighty have fallen..."

His voice lowered sultrily.

"to see Piccolo-san in such a state, I don't believe it."

This time, he didn't dare touch the older man directly, save for his dick.

Muscles tensed and pulled, fighting Gohan's grip on his wrists, his fangs bared in distress to the situation.

His chest heaved with each breath, body shaking with need.

Pride stung at those words yet he brought his legs around the form between them, pulling him closer.

"Gohan, q-quit talking!"

Eyes narrowed, pupils drowned in lust.

Thrusting up, Piccolo caught that bruised bottom lip, fangs catching in the threat his voice had held.

The demi-saiyan made a noise in the back of his throat unfamiliar to him. A cross between a hiss and a scream. One arm held Piccolo in place while the other gripped the back of the Namek's head to shove their lips together, fangs searing and tearing. They were drowning in a primal ooze of lust, Gohan realized, eyes fluttering...

'I'm your teacher now, remember?'

Gohan forced a burst of golden ki through his veins and broke free, of the kiss and Piccolo. Pushed to his knees and shoved Piccolo onto his stomach. Lingered behind Piccolo's backside, paused with an angry look, and fell forward to impale the Namek with abandon.

He began pumping without a moment's notice for Piccolo to adjust to his thick size. Piccolo's walls clenched against him like a foreign invader.

'Tight. Do you like being fucked by your student?'

The demi-saiyan sunk his fingertips into Piccolos shoulder, and clenched a jutting hip bone roughly.

Body singing with pain, Piccolo bit his own tongue, hissing with each thrust.

It was nearly as painful as his split form technique.

Talons dug into the ground, ki flashing on and off in quick little balls under his palms, forcing his body down slowly with each inch destroyed.

Lips opened with the first brush of pleasure, moans choked off by the blood in his mouth.

Nearly resting on his forearms, Piccolo clenched around his lover, bringing a hand back to hold the one on his hip for a moment before being forced to hold himself up again.

Gohan kept up the speed, every second burning with buildup from his loins to his cheeks. A faint voice of warning screamed to be careful, that this was his best friend. Remember. REMEMBER.

His lips formed an 'o' with every shameless thrust, every gasp, every shudder the older man made. Their world was splitting apart by the seams; Gohan ached for the total wreckage, years of waiting and inner turmoil bubbling to the surface.

Gohan growled brazenly. Piccolo's moans caught his ears. Thrusts became furious. Uncontrollable.

And his mind screamed:

'Remember...!'

"Fuck,"

The demi-sayian swallowed, and leant back to take Piccolo with him onto his lap. His hips moved at a less hurried pace...slowed to a stop, finally. His cock clenched inside of the older man, twitching, longing for more of that delicious friction...

Gohan pressed a kiss against a pointed ear and purred with anticipation,

"How do you feel?" His jade eyes shimmered, "tell me."

Opening his eyes, dazed with the find point between pleasure and pain, Piccolo tipped his head back against Gohan's shoulder, exposing his throat and a fine line of purple fluid running down it from his lips.

Resting his hands on Gohan's thighs, he groaned.

Opening his mouth, he closed it a second later, his mind connecting Gohan's words into something that made sense to his ears.

"I'm no china doll."

Gohan tilted his head in compliance, a haughty smirk pulling at his torn lips. He dug his nails into

Piccolo's sides, held him for a split second from moving...then, lifted him off completely from his shaft and impaled the Namek. He groaned; the fire burned brighter, it would consume him but he wouldn't walk away.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh fueled one part of his primal hunger. The other was Piccolo's groans and screams. Gohan needed to hear more.

Faster, faster, faster, faster...longer, longer, longer, harder, harder, harder. He just couldn't take it, the burning in his cock was destructive. His balls smacked against Piccolo's hole furiously. Needed...needed so much more, to fill, to have, to fuck. His friend said so himself, he was no pushover. Gohan would lose all sanity if that would shove them both over the edge to a paradise of flame.

Gohan yelled wildly and flared his ki to a wild flame, aiding to speed up and burrow himself even deeper each time. For a reason he didn't quite understand, the teen sunk his teeth into the smooth skin of his wet shoulder, perhaps to smother the burning sensation of his stomach...

His member flared within the tight channel, he couldn't hold it for much longer, just enough to reach that apex...

"Piccolo!"

Kami, that throaty voice full of lust was enough to make him come. He shuddered and bit into the burning insides of his cheeks; burying his face into Piccolo's back.

Arching against Gohan, Piccolo hissed with each thrust that threw blinding spots into his vision.

Needing just that much more, Piccolo released his grip on Gohan's thighs, grasping his erection with a whimper.

Flexing his legs, he drove himself back onto the youth, needing more, needing everything as he felt the burn in his loins.

Antenna stood on end, each thrust in coloring his face his a dark shade as lust blurred out everything but the sound of his heart racing behind his ear drums.

Gohan shoved the older mans hands away from his own length and began pumping from the bottom to the top dementedly. Thrummed harder and harder into that deep channel until the hot pressure was too much, and the teen stopped. He shivered and pushed his face into Piccolo's neck, and thundered a jet of a steady stream white liquid. Voice shaking, eyelids fluttering...until Piccolo was full.

"You're close..." The demi-sayian whispered, inching his cock even deeper to brush a bundle of nerves. The after-effect was immense, sweating soaking his skin, but the state of super-sayian did wonders for stamina.

Gohan tightened his hand and quickened his pace haphazardly.

Without a word, Piccolo shook with a silent scream, losing himself within the pleasure of Gohan's strokes as he came.

Sliding off Gohan's lap, Piccolo shakily held himself up on his hands and knees.

Mind slowly coming back from the blinding pleasure, Piccolo's eyes shut.

"Not close anymore..."

The weakest of laughs wracked his body, voice rasped from screams. Sweat cooled over his body, blood scenting the air and lingered heavily on his damaged tongue.

Bathing was now on his list of things to do once he found his strength for his legs again that is.

Without a glance back to Gohan, he sent a blast of the pleasure and the information of his lacking motor skills towards his legs through their mind link.

Bruised lips pulled up in a smirk, he might as well of told him he was god.

'Sap.'

The voice in his head mocked him wonderfully as he ducked his head to his chest, feeling his antenna twitch with the echoes of pleasure still rolling through his body.

Gohan eyed the Namek's backside lewdly, tangible need burning through his veins. In this state, he had gained great endurance but in return, great need. The teen licked his teeth and ran a finger across his lips, processing the details of their mind link and the bites and strokes his friend had given him not too long before...and that heat; how he squeezed around his cock and how he cried out inwardly when he came.

His libido spiked, ki flashing gold simultaneously, tracing every muscle – and there was his friend, up and ready again.

Gohan licked his teeth hungrily and crawled over to the Namek in a primal fashion; slowly, but steadily...then, hit Piccolo to the ground with inhumane force, entering him again from behind. One arm held onto him and the other grasped his wrist. Pumping.

"Wait!"

Gasping, Piccolo stilled, bracing himself against the ground, body singing against Gohan's. Drawing himself back, he arched into Gohan.

"..Go..Gohan.."

If he went through this again, he felt he would black out.

It was like his body had a mind of his own, the words were his but the actions were of...something else. Another side of him, perhaps, one that had been touched upon thanks to the awakening of...hidden powers.

Gohan rode the wave, bracing against Piccolo into his orgasm twitched, thundered...

He pulled out and came a into his hand, with the shred of semblance of sense returning...

Kami, how long had it been?

Gohan's vision blurred, shuddered. He was so drained, almost as much as..

"Crap!" the demi-sayian crawled over to Piccolo, mouth agape. Worry clutching at his gut, a constant ache throughout his body...

'What has happened to me? I really lost it back there. Shit.'

"Are you alright?" their bond gave forth a surge of exhaustion, nearly throwing the teen into hysterics. He picked Piccolo up and set him against his chest.

A hearthbeat. Thank Kami.

"Speak to me," Gohan bit his lip. "Please."

"Peachy."

He pushed himself to stand on his own two feet, legs ramrod straight with the tension of holding his body up.

A quick flash of ki and he was dressed in his gi, cape and turban.

Spots blurred his vision but Piccolo dismissed them as he turned to look at Gohan.

Save for the coloring on his cheeks and the sweat rolling over his flesh, making it that much more glossed in the dim light of the stars, Piccolo showed no sign of the events.

"Plan to sit there all night?"

His vision unfocused for a moment, a wash of dizziness that would have been spinning him towards the ground with exhaustion had he been human, over came him.

Instead, Piccolo crossed his arms, leaning back as he tried to focus on the youth. His lover.

He hadn't felt this drained since he was young, going through puberty within the span of a day.

Gohan raised a brow, lips forming into a thin line at the sudden change of events. Ki ebbed away as Gohan felt himself relaxing, powering down to his normal state as the rush of events caught up. Gohan blushed and nodded his head, as if deciding something.

"We're going to sit down and relax."

With that, the teenage demi-sayian grasped the older man's white cape and pulled him toward himself.

"I know you're too proud to admit it, Piccolo-san, but you must be a little tired after all of that," he smiled halfly, cradling the handsome face in his hands.

"I am, too."

Folding his legs under himself, Piccolo grunted.

Leaning into Gohan's touch, he frowned, eyes downcast.

He didn't sleep by choice. Normally he was knocked out by some means which forced his body to 'sleep'.

Pulling out of Gohan's hold, he settled down into his meditative pose before grabbing the demi-sayian's wrist, pulling him into his side.

"Fine."

Hanging his head, he couldn't help the small smirk at the thought of Gohan being now unable to toy with his currently hyper sensitive antenna. Maybe now the nerves would stop making him shiver. Maybe.

The demi-saiyan relaxed into Piccolo's side easily. Rested his head on his shoulder, all the while glancing his way fondly.

Ah, so he was in deep thought yet again? Typical Piccolo, but that cute smirk...well, now that was rather rare. There were times when that mask fell away to reveal more than that steel stoicism; tenderness, heart, concern...most times, they were around him and him alone.

Gohan grinned at Piccolo like a love-sick fool. Chuckled. Curled an arm around Piccolo's chiseled torso, smiled again so hard his cheeks hurt.

And then...

A cold gust of wind fluttered against his backside. He gazed around hopelessly, from left to right, to the night sky...then down to his very bare torso.

Gohan lept onto Piccolo's lap and shivered like a damned leaf, teeth chattering something fierce, pale skin growing even more pale...and...

"Holy crap! I'm still naked! I forgot!"

Gohan buried himself in the Namek's chest for warmth, purposely and not so purposely to drag him out of his silent revere. The teen grinned goofily and made a cocoon around them with Piccolo's cape. Tightly.

"I'm cold! Are you cold? It's really cold!"

"No Gohan, I am not cold."

Opening his eyes in bewilderment, Piccolo nearly laughed at the nakedness of the body in his lap and the sudden cape made blanket.

Smirk pulling at his lips and the amusement reaching his eyes, Piccolo mused on how long it would take Gohan to chatter out his request for clothing since the rags of what was left were in front of them now.

Leaning slightly against Gohan's back, his arms came around the narrow torso, talons tapping at his hip bones.

The softness of his flesh was awing against his fingertips and the childish behavior warmed his chest.

Softly his smirk became a small smile, recalling the moments like this and how Gohan had never used his cape before as he did now.

'Getting braver in his actions.'

The sudden swell of heat comforted Gohan, relaxed his joints and eased all of that shivering. It was no wonder that Piccolo wasn't cold, he had a damned built in heater or something. Lucky. Piccolo was perfect, just as he always had been...

Gohan's heart fluttered, and he lifted his head to gaze at his lover, a curious spark in his eye.

Piccolo was smiling? Really, really, really smiling?

The heat in his body jumped from his stomach, to his chest, and to his cheeks. He suddenly didn't feel so cold anymore, not with those arms around him, not with the wings of his guardian demon wrapped about.

"Amusing you, am I? Heh, good."

Gohan smiled and pressed a heavy kiss on Piccolo's sharp jawline, lingered there.

'You're handsome when you smile, Piccolo-san. What else do I need to do to keep it there? Anything, I'll do anything.'

"When you act like you do, yes."

'Foolish behavior can be amusing when its from you.'