[And with that little confession, he's left smiling again—and against his better judgement, too. After spending months around Blondie, having a guy confide in you like that feels... almost flattering, really.]
No hay que echarse alacranes al seno, [he says, waggling a finger and raising the pitch of his voice like he's doing an impression of someone.] Or do, as long as you able to sting them harder, huh? [He shakes his head and reaches for his glass. Then, raising it:] To better luck, and fewer bastards!
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No hay que echarse alacranes al seno, [he says, waggling a finger and raising the pitch of his voice like he's doing an impression of someone.] Or do, as long as you able to sting them harder, huh? [He shakes his head and reaches for his glass. Then, raising it:] To better luck, and fewer bastards!