|"That Fisk guy is kind of cute." "I heard he'll fuck anything." "Well, I've got a chance then!"|
Fisk holds up his hands, shaking his head. “Alright, let me explain a few things. One - I don’t fuck anything. Or anyone. I -would- but I made a deal with the Dragonslayer and that’s all I can say because we pinky swore AND spit in our hands before shaking to finalize the agreement. Two - The pact left room for exceptions.”
He nods firmly. That was all!