"As for the third request..." Lars intentionally dragged it out for a few seconds that seemed to trickle by endlessly, but resumed just before Duke Silvan lost it completely.
"...It's actually really simple. I want three big, brawny, bad-ass men with great stamina."
"??!??!? Alright... Whatever you want it for, I don't care! Don't try to bait me to ask you more! I won't fall for it! I don't care I'm telling you!" Duke Silvan's eyes shot daggers at Lars and bulged almost halfway out their sockets, fire lighting up his pupils.
"But..."
"!!!!!!!!!!!!"
'Again!!!! This a**hole is asking to DIE!!!! JUST. SIGN. THE. CONTRACT. AND. YOU'RE DEAD MEAT!!!'
But Silvan did not voice his thoughts, instead he kept quiet and waited.
"...They also need to be... Ahem, how should say this..." Lars blushed and looked down and away, appearing embarrassed to speak his mind.