[There might as well be a "dear" trailing after that. Erol leans back, idly tossing a sharpened knife to himself. The balance on standard cutlery is horrible, but he's handled them so much for so long that it doesn't throw him off.]
I'm going to teach the crocadog a little lesson in a couple days.
I would be terribly remiss if I didn't invite you along for the show...
Perhaps more than just a show, if he's going to be as stupid as I think he is.
Care to come?
[Them's bedroom eyes.]