[Killian likes the cut of your jib, Dorian. Rum will definitely be in their near futures again, and god knows they'll need it after dealing with this bunch of blindfolded clowns. Killian stands by and lets Dorian do the talking for the most part, eyeing the saw that falls to the ground. Just how did the man expect to use it looking like that?
When they both stare at Dorian with slack jaws and their brows knotting together in confusion, Killian clears his throat. Too many flowery words for these buffoons, perhaps?]
What my partner here is trying to say is... [His voice rises.] Take your bloody blindfolds off, you knobheads!
[Whether that does anything to actually make them reconsider or not is still up in the air, because only one of them lifts the cloth up to uncover a single eye.]
two handsome scoundrels coming through
When they both stare at Dorian with slack jaws and their brows knotting together in confusion, Killian clears his throat. Too many flowery words for these buffoons, perhaps?]
What my partner here is trying to say is... [His voice rises.] Take your bloody blindfolds off, you knobheads!
[Whether that does anything to actually make them reconsider or not is still up in the air, because only one of them lifts the cloth up to uncover a single eye.]
"We're doin' it for the prize!"
[That makes an eyebrow shoot up.]