Just seeing Lathe act wild like he used to, thrilled Anjelo.
Lathe backed him up as he spoke. “You know what you are? You’re an ugly little cockroach, a disgusting little maggot, a dirty little worm, a nasty little toad, a beastly little brute. There it is. There’s the King of Sin. Are you happy now?”
“Is that all you’ve got?” Angelo spat out. “Come on, you can think up more insults. Lazy bum, creepy…”
“Child’s play,” Lathe yelled. “You’re about as coordinated as an octopus on stilts, thick as a brick, as sweet as a lemon, as appealing as a slug sandwich, and you’re a miserable malodorous mackerel.”
“Maladorous. Wow. I’m impressed. Why don’t you just say I stink?”
“All right, you stink,” Lathe said as he ripped his shirt off. “You wanted the King of Sin, so here I am, big as life. Now that you’ve got me what are you going to do with me?”
“I’m going to love you forever…if you’ll let me.”