alastair: *after awhile he slices donovan across his troat with his sabel*
donovan: *drops his sabel, grabs his troat and falls down*
alastair: to bad for you that your demon powers don't work here in the past, and thank you *grabs the envelope* for giving me a solution for all my problems *smirks and runs off*
alastair: *smirks* wait a second. you're the demon's girl. i saw you dancing with him *cuts her dress open with his sabel so the dress falls down* the demon sure has good taste.
alastair: *walks around her in cirkles* nothing much *stands behind her, grabs her upper arms and pulls her against him, wispers in her ear* the demon really has a good taste of woman *kisses her neck*