“You’re just a figment of my imagination. A fantasy?”“Yes.” He didn’t dare move.“Then why are you still wearing clothes?”

“Protector and destroyer were two sides of the same coin. Who knew which one would come out in a toss-up?”

“You’re just a figment of my imagination. A fantasy?”“Yes.” He didn’t dare move.“Then why are you still wearing clothes?”

“Should she slam his head into the bar or toss her beer on him? Damn shame to waste good beer.”