Lost Girl (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 2 - I Fought the Fae (and the Fae Won) - full transcript

Vodka.

Triple Fudge Swirl...

Large-animal
tranq dart....

Okay.
We're ready.

Uh huh.

You don't think
you're overreacting

just a little bit?

Hey. It's called
being prepared.

Last time Dyson
dumped Bo's ass,

a car got smashed,
three furies died,

and a dude's HEAD
was cut off.



And that was when they
were just bang buddies.

Yeah... tiny girl's
got a point.

But why do I have
to be here?

Because your boy
started this.

Sidekick solidarity.
Check your contract.

Just be really cool.

Just be nice.

Bo?!

Hey!

Hi--
Hi, guys.

Hi!

Danger, danger--
She's lost her shit.

Uh, Bo, we just,
you know,

wanted to see
if you needed anything.



You came
to make sure I wasn't

raging myself
to death over Dyson.

Well--

Thank you very much
for your concern.

But I'm fine, guys.
Really.

See?

Well--

That is suspiciously
good news,

that is in no way
convincing me.

Gotta say: you're handling
this break up really well.

That is because
we didn't break up!

We were broken up.

By some, hooked nosed,
haggy, magicky old crone

who probably wouldn't know
real love if it leapt up

and bit her in her waddle,
and who I'd be inclined

to lay an epic vengeance
beat down on,

if I wasn't also
kind of terrified

by her clearly amazing
Fae power--

Pink or blue?

Blue.

Pink--

Uh, could you
give us a second?

This is kind've
a girl thing, thank you.

That's what
I've been saying.

Okay,
talk to me--

Are you honestly
okay with this?

Of course not.

But last night,
I realized something:

Dyson risked
everything for me.

He risked his wolf
for me, Kenzi.

He wouldn't do that,
unless he really loved me.

Not the sex,
not the Succubus,

me.

I've never
had that before.

So--

There's no way in hell,
I'm letting it go.

Not without
a fight.

Well, good!

So, what are we
going to do?!

"I" am just going to have
to win him back.

Remind him of how great
we can be together.

Being back
at square one

is a blessing
in disguise.

How many couples get
to fall in love twice?

Hm--

That's it?

"Woo"?

Your big plan is
to "woo"?

Hey, never
underestimate the power

of a desperate woman--

In love.

♪

Alright, watch
your step--

Good luck, girl.
I'm rootin' for ya.

Alright,
she's all yours.

Just sign
the paperwork

and she's good
to go.

♪

I'm so sorry.

But there's one last
thing I need to do.

♪

Life is hard when
you don't know who you are.

It's harder when
you know what you are.

My love carries
a death sentence.

I was lost
for years...

Searching
while hiding.

Only to find that
I belonged

to a world
hidden from humans.

I won't hide
anymore.

I will live
the life I choose.

♪

You're looking
rough.

I was out
all night.

Well, all right!

That's what
I'm talking about.

Shoulda called me,
because you know

I'm always up
for wingman duty--

I was out hunting.

Uh huh--

Doing a lot of that
since you came back.

You're not going
feral on us, are you?

Cuz I heard women
bring the animal

out of your kind,
not break ups.

Give me that file.

What do we got?

Light Fae, prisoner escaped
from the catacombs.

That's the direction
she was running.

Is there
anyone injured?

Not fatally, but--

She's packing poison
in those damn quills of hers.

We were knocked out
for hours.

What was she doing all
the way out here, anyway?

I mean, this is miles
from the catacombs.

We brought her.
Prisoner transfer.

She's been
in bond eighty years.

Why are you
moving her now?

And on
whose authority?

The Ash isn't exactly
running things these days.

They didn't tell
you guys yet?

What are we
drinking?

Something cold and wet
and on your dime.

My cheapest ale
it is.

So, I've been wanting
to ask you.

What do you know about
this "Norn" Dyson visited?

Why--?

♪

What?!

All the cool kids
are doing it!

Just the Light Fae,
by the looks of it.

I'm guessing he's
some kind of honcho?

An emissary
from the old country.

I suppose it was only
a matter of time.

May you be the Keeper
of this Waystation?

That I am.
Well met.

Fitzpatrick MacCorieghan
of the Clan Fin Arvin.

Guy DuCharme.

By your colours, I'd
name you The Blackthorn.

And you'd be
the right of it.

To what do we owe
this honour?

Oh, just came to have
a little poke around.

See the sights.

Make a little proclamation
to the people.

DING!

Let it be known:
by order of the Council

-- in two days' time,
a new successor

to The Ash
will be named.

Let the Selection
Games begin!!

(cheering)

(phone ringing)

Dr. Lewis--

(cheering over phone)

Wow, loud--

(Bo on phone)
Yeah, yeah, sorry--

It's rampant frivolity
here at the moment.

(Dr. Lewis on phone)
Where are you?

At the Dal--

Listen, I just thought
you should know:

they're replacing
The Ash.

What?

Wh-- Who?
Um--

What are you
talking about?

Bo: Some guy from merry
old Faetown is here.

However they elect
new Ashes,

it's going down
this weekend.

Are you there?

Yeah!
Yeah, I'm here.

I'll see what else
I can find out, okay?

I'll call you later?

Dr. Lewis: Yes!

Uh, please, do.

♪

It's not like we choose
our local government

every day, so it's
kind of a big deal.

Lots of rituals,
big-ass feast,

and a stag hunt.

Ooh. Will there be
wenches, and mead?

You crash the party,
there'll definitely be a wench.

Bo: So, who is this
Blackthorn, anyway?

"The" Blackthorn.
Like The Ash.

It's a title,
not a name.

The Dark Fae take their
names from dead warriors;

Light leaders are named
after our sacred trees.

(laughs)

Trees--
Bunch of hippies.

Bo: So, this is
a good thing for us, then?

A new Ash?

Depends on who's
chosen, I mean--

We won't even
know who's in

the running until
the big gala.

And then whichever
Contender wins

the hunt,
gets the big gig.

How do we get tickets
to this shindig?

You ladies lookin'
to be my date?

Thanks, but um...

We got other places
we need to be.

Have fun storming
the castle.

Awww.
Seriously?

Yeah, well,
the line up's long anyway!

When do we turn down
the chance for a free party?

It's like I don't even
KNOW you anymore.

Trust me, nothing is
free when it comes

to these guys and their
little reality show.

Survivor: Fae Island,
I would tune in.

Look, Aife got
messed up in politics

and nearly blew everything
to hell for us.

Literally.

I'd just as soon
not get involved

in any Fae authority
for a while,

thank you
very much.

Ugh. Your mom
ruins everything.

C'mon!

How much fun
would this be, huh?

Feasting,
and hunting stags!

And kilts! ...
and bangers!

And mash and...
Mary Poppins!!

Are you feeling okay?

I'm all out
of British crap.

You win.

I always do.

Just trust me,
okay?

You will
thank me later.

The further
we stay from this

"Succession"
business, the better--

What the--

Don't be scared --

How about violent?

Look, if you're "Bo",
I need your help.

What kind of help?

You know the stag-hunt
you were just talking about?

Yeah?

I'm the stag.

Oh, crap...

really got
to start enforcing

last call
around here.

So?

How much does
The Blackthorn know?

That there was
an attack

on our Elders,
under The Ash's nose.

He wants The Ash replaced
as a punishment,

wounded
or not.

And of Aife?

He didn't mention any link
between her and the bombing.

Far as I can tell, no one
knows Aife returned.

Why?

You think there's
more to his visit?

If he's got more
cards to play,

he's keeping them close
to his chest.

We'll just have
to wait and see.

Why would they be
hunting you?

Tradition.

To prove
his or her merit,

Contenders for The Ash compete
by fighting a worthy prey.

The Stag is always
a prisoner and, well--

You're an escaped
convict. Wonderful.

What'd you do
to get sent to the pokey?

I followed my heart.

I was planning to elope
with the man I loved.

Hamish.

Neither of our peoples
approved our union.

We had
no safe haven.

Was he human?

Dark Fae.

I'm Light.

We knew it was treason.
But we didn't care.

(thunder crashes)

We were young.

We were naive.

We believed our love
really would conquer all.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait--

Don't ever...

leave me.

We could've gone on
in secret like that for years.

But his clan was arranging
a marriage for him.

We had twenty-four hours
to make our escape,

or lose each another
forever.

What happened?

We decided
to meet that night,

and make our escape.

But something
went wrong.

I was met by
Light Fae guards,

who knew of our plan
and accused me of treason.

I fought...
In the struggle

one of the guardsman
was seriously injured.

I've been imprisoned
ever since.

How long?

Eighty-three years.

Your penal system
does NOT Fae around.

What about Hamish?

I never saw him
that night--

Or ever again.

I still don't know if
it was the Dark Fae

who betrayed us,
or my own people.

BANG-BANG-BANG!

They're here--

Here we go.
Kenz--?

On it.

I am not afraid to die,
but I have one final request:

to know that
Hamish is well.

And to see him,
one last time.

Will you help me--?

I will.

Thank you.

Bo!

This is not
Light Fae territory.

Get out.

Bo--

Stand down
and wait outside.

I speak for
The Blackthorn.

Feel free
to complain to him

if I leave you
a throat.

What the hell is
going on?

You're
outnumbered, Bo.

It's better
for everyone

if the girl just
comes peacefully.

Uh...
except for HER.

I'm going to take her
in myself, Kenz.

She'll be safe
and well cared for

until the hunt.
It's the Law.

He's right.

I said what
I came to say.

You can't help me
if you get yourself

into some kind
of trouble.

I don't even know
your name!

Sabine.

Where will you
take her?

The Ash's compound.

Thank you.

For still looking out
for me.

You kinda sprung some
big stuff on me!

Trading in your feelings
to save my life--

That's one messed-up
love letter.

We need to talk.

Alone.

You owe me
at least that.

We will.

Just not now.

Oh, good!
You came!

Bo...

The Undecided.

You know I'll be the envy
of political pundits

for years, just from
this meeting.

Great. Listen:
your people abducted

a guest from my
house last night.

That's not okay.

Well, technically
she was our prisoner.

Are you seriously
going to hunt her down

and kill her,
for sport?

Not sport!

Ritual.

I'll never understand
you people.

You slaughter
your own kind,

yet you call yourselves
"Light" Fae.

Ahhh-- See, that,
that right there is

why some argue
we need a rebranding.

Would you mind

If I just borrowed you
for a moment?

Look--

Humans are food:

we eat from them,
or we die.

Now, the Dark Fae,

they tend
to kill for pleasure.

Not just need.

Show me the red--

And you Light
are so much better?

Well, we're more like your
Native American hunters:

we respect the kill,
won't over hunt,

don't eat the young.

And so what
does that make me?

An obnoxious vegan.

Well, thank you.

I take that
as a compliment.

You would.

The Stag Hunt is
a respected tradition.

Through their willing
sacrifice, Stags' crimes

are forgiven, returning
honour to their family name.

It's really quite
an equitable system.

Okay, wait,
willing sacrifice?

The Stag
always volunteers.

If you had a chance
to go out free and fighting,

instead of rotting
in a cell,

wouldn't you
take it?

Look--

I, uh...

I don't want to get off
on the wrong foot here.

And this isn't me
asking you permission.

Because you and I
both know I don't do that.

I'm listening?

Sabine asked to speak
to her old love

as a sort
of dying wish.

And I just thought
you should know.

That I'm going
to do that.

Well.
Now I know.

What's this?

A little something
to wear to tomorrow's gala.

Come,
be my guest,

see how civilized
we can be.

Oh, and bring that
bartender along--

He seems like
he'd be fun.

Next time, ask him
if he has Gucci too.

I'll just be happier
when this Blackthorn guy

leaves town,
couture aside.

This whole Fae election
thing is creeping me out.

Are you sure
Hale gave us

the right info
for this Hamish dude?

He's not answering
his phone,

and the files
were hella old.

knock-knock-knock

Well, maybe
he's not home.

Hey, speaking
of not home:

would you give me
some space Saturday night?

Dyson agreed
to come over and talk.

Ah. Gotcha.
Operation "Woo" begins.

And what is
your plan of attack?

Cleavage.

That's about
as far as I've gotten.

Honey, that's farther than
some of us ever get.

Yes?

Hi.

Hamish?

Where did you get
this address?

We've been leaving you
messages about Sabine.

You may not
have gotten them.

I got 'em.

Oh--
Okay, good.

So... you'll come
with us to see her?

I don't think so.
But thank you.

Clearly there's been some
kind of communication error.

See, I'm talking about
Sabine Purcell?

The woman who spent
the last eighty years

in chains for wanting
to be with you?

Those were her
actions, not mine.

I can't help you.

She just wants
to say goodbye.

You loved her once.

Yeah, and I've had
80 years to get over it.

She should, too.

This is serious.

She's volunteered
to be The Stag.

Whoa...

'Eighty years
to get over it',

I'll give him eighty years
of my foot up his ass!

THAT'S the jackhole
she's dying over--?

Bo?
Honey?

I know you're a little
sensi-tivo when it comes to,

y'know, penis related
rejections at the moment.

And I know you're probably
going to be tempted

to personalize
this and--

Kenzi, this isn't about me.
I get that, okay?

Cool.
So--

We're not going
to get any more involved.

Right?

Right.

Oh--

Except for
the part where

we're going to save
Sabine's life now.

And not get caught
doing it.

I wish I could
quit yooou!

Come on, let's go!

Yes, Ma'am.

Okay,
talk me through it.

What's the process
for naming the new Ash?

First, the potential
candidates gather

for the "Gyallahaal."

Which one:
Jake, or Maggie?

It's a gala,
in the Stag's honour.

But actually,
it's the first competition,

a test of political
skill and cunning.

And those who
survive it--

Survive it??

Receive enough votes--

Are deemed
Contenders,

and they compete
in the Hunt.

And you know how
the Hunt ends.

Not if Sabine makes
it to the bell.

She'll be allowed
to live, free and clear.

Bo, that
never happens!

The entire system is
canted against it!

Well, then we have
to uncant it!

Fast!

There has to be a way
that we can save Sabine,

without breaking the rules
and pissing off The Blackthorn.

I know I can get into
the gala as his guest--

By the way,
he wants you there, too--

He said that?

But I still can't be
part of the Hunt:

I'm not Light Fae.

What about Dyson?

No, there's not
enough time.

You'd never make it
through the vetting process.

At this point,
it would have

to be somebody
of noble blood.

Well, you must know some
old, noble family type

we can exploit
into helping us?

Actually,
we all do.

Who?

Oh no no no--
Uh uh--

Not happening,
Little Mamas.

Poseur!
Why didn't you tell us

your family was
hooked up.

They're not "hooked up."
They're old.

Old as in,
old-money?

Old as in: stuffy

and judgmental
and generally disapproving

of any non-traditional life
I want to make for myself.

Okay?

If I wanted to give my
grandmama the satisfaction

of getting into politics,
I'd have done it decades ago.

Oh boo hoo!

I'm sure you
had it so rough,

Lord Gutless
of Nobsburg!

Okay, maybe we just need
to ask His Highness nicely?

Oh,
you're right!

Perhaps in a manner
befitting his station.

Yes!

(Kenzi and Bo)
Please, sirrrr...

This is nice.
Yeah...

Seriously!

You could help save
a woman's life here.

And nobody is
asking you to win,

you just have
to run.

Yeah, and losing could
be like a whole new way

to disappoint
your family! Huh?

Yeah, and I would
really love to see

you kissing hands
and shaking babies.

Ha ha ha--

Well, joke's on you
anyway, Cinderella --

No humans
at this ball.

Now--

What's your
brilliant plan?

Bo:
To save Sabine,

we have to get you
in the game.

Hopefuls for The Ash
have this one event

to curry favour,
sabotage the competition,

and win enough votes
to enter the hunt.

And they'll use any
means necessary,

short of murder.

Hale: use your siren
skills to charm votes,

while I incapacitate
your competition.

And Dyson will act
as protection.

You're sure
Dyson's coming?

Don't worry:
I talked to him.

He's cool.
He's in.

Dyson!

Bo:
The important thing is

for us to work
as a team.

Get in, get out.
Together.

Would you allow me
to escort you in?

Here we go.

Wearing the blue--

Baronet William Haley
Francois Santiago:

Clan Zamora.

Haley??

One more word,
just one more,

and I'll sing you to sleep
and leave you in a corner.

So, the arm bands
identify the competitors,

but what are those?

Gias.

It's the stone you use
to cast your vote.

Real modern system
you got here.

Exactly -- old people
like old shit.

Excuse me.

Oh, uh--
Pardon me.

No, no, no.
It's my fault.

I hope you won't hold my
clumsiness against me

when you cast
your vote.

You, uh, you good
on your own?

What'd he say?

I'd say Mr. Green Arm Band
there is my first target.

And the Cougar--
And Grampa,

and uh,
Mr. Big

I'll try to take them
out of competition.

The other two contenders
shouldn't get much support.

You work the room
and score some votes.

Let's rock out
with our frocks out.

♪

Pleasure--

Thank you.
You look stunning.

And who's
your tailor?

(laughing)
Enjoy.

♪

Excuse us,
please?

Well, hello.

Hi.

I, um...

I've been
watching you.

I've noticed.

♪

I think you might want
to go home now.

Forget all about this
silly little election.

You know, I think you
overestimate your talents.

Mind you...

Those are
some talents.

...I agree, the pension
system is woefully inadequate.

That's why,
as The Ash, I would....

...double the payouts for
anyone over nine centuries old.

Though you don't look
a decade over six-fifty.

For you, Sir.

Huh.

Mmmhmm.

My man.

♪

Still got it,
dammit.

Dyson: Nice.

Hi.

Hi.

It's good to see you.

It's good
to see you, too.

Dyson--

We have to talk.

CRASH!

So--

for the rest
of your lives?

I don't know what
to say to her.

I warned you
about the Norn.

About the Ancients
and their trickery.

I'm a big boy,
Trick.

I knew what
I was getting into.

Then why punish her
for something

you chose
to do freely?

That's not
like you, Dyson.

Well, I'm not exactly
"me" anymore, am I?

That's the point.

You're the one that
didn't want us together.

And now that
that's permanent,

I'd say you've lost
your right to complain.

Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk--

Awww,
the younger generation.

So lippy these days.

Some of us
are born lippy.

Ah.

Like your little
protege, Bo, there?

Quite the firebrand,
by all accounts.

But then, I hear she
takes after her mother.

Aife.

You need to work on
your poker face, my friend.

♪

Hamish--
Is he here?

No.

Good news, though:
he's alive. And free.

He didn't want
to see me.

I tried.
I am so sorry.

Sabine, is it possible that
Hamish was your betrayer?

No.
It's not.

How can
you be sure?

Have you ever been
in love with someone

who loved you
with everything he had?

Yeah, once.
Apparently.

Then you understand.

When you've been
loved like that, you know.

You feel it.

Look, Sabine,
I couldn't bring you Hamish,

but I brought you
something better:

a chance.

My friends and I,
we're going

to help you
during the Hunt.

Help me how?

To win
by their own rules.

We'll get you to the end
of the woods alive

and you'll win
your freedom.

Freedom to what?
To wander alone

in a world I haven't
lived in for 80 years?

And risk all your
lives in the--?

Sabine--

Thank you.

You've been
good to me.

But not every story
has a happy ending.

CRASH!

♪

Dumb-ass!

I can see auras.

And yours is
totally hot for Sabine.

What do you
want from me??

For starters?

Admit that
you love her.

What??

Fine!

I love her,

I love her, okay!

She's the only one
I've ever loved.

Then why did you
betray her?

I didn't!

But I might
as well have.

You know,
my family--

They're not good people,
do you understand?

They found out
about us

and they were furious
that I'd jeopardize

the family name!

So they tipped off
the Light Fae.

I tried for years
to figure out some way

to help Sabine.
Years.

But what could I do?
I'm Dark Fae.

Even now, all I can do is
glimpse her from afar.

There is something
you can do.

Come with me
to the hunt.

Help me save her.

No--

I don't want
to get her hopes up.

It's best I just
let her be.

If you really love her--

You'd fight for her.

Congratulations.

You,
the final three,

have proven yourselves
worthy Contenders.

The rules today
are simple:

You may use sanctioned
weapons only.

You may not
kill one another.

The Stag has been provided
with the hidden location

of the hidden bell.
If she finds it, rings it,

you are all
disqualified.

Let the hunt begin.

(horn sounding)

♪

I'm here to help.

Do you trust me?

Yeah--

Let's find this bell.

♪

Okay--
There it is.

Now, if Sabine can
just make it here

in one piece
and ring it.

At least no one else
has found it, good sign.

♪

There--

Don't stop.

You've got
to run.

Thank you.

♪

No!
No, no, no!

SABINE! RUN!!!

Go, go, go!!!

♪

Ugh!

♪

Sabine!

She's dead.

If you'll leave
the fallen to us?

As I told you:
we aren't monsters.

Tend to her burial
as you wish.

Meanwhile: it looks
like we have ourselves

a new Ash
to crown.

(horn sounding)

You're the Succubus,
aren't you?

The one that does
as she pleases.

Well, not anymore.

Clear.

How's the wound?

It's just
soft tissue damage.

I tried to spin her out
of the arrow's path

as best I could--

You fought for her.

Let the doctor
do the rest.

You did well.

If it'd hit the heart,
we'd have no hope.

The problem will
be the poison.

But we prepared
for that.

Hamish--

You came.

Just eighty-three
years late.

Oh--

I knew you'd come.

Thank you.

I guess science
kicks the crap

out of tradition,
huh?

Hi.

Bo, I--

Wait--
Just...

Just let me say
a few things.

Thank you.

For taking such a risk
to protect me.

And...

Wow, this is overdue--

I'm sorry.

Until recently I've
been kind of stubborn.

And blind about how
good we were together.

So--

Here's to starting over.

If you'll let me.

This is my fault--

I obviously wasn't as clear
as I should have been.

I told you once that
wolves mate for life.

Well, I gave that
love to you.

And I don't regret it.

But, the Norn took it.

I know, I know--

Big, fat, crazy Norn.

Well, since when
do we let strangers

control our lives,
Dyson?

Since when is that you?

Since it's the price
I needed to pay

to save your life.

And I'm grateful
for that.

I am.

But she made you stop
feeling what we had, Dyson.

She didn't
make me.

I just--

I just want
to try again.

I don't.

Please--

Dyson, that is
not you talking!

I can make you,
you know.

I can make
you love me.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

Bo, the last thing I wanted
to do was hurt you.

But you've got
to move on.

Because
I already have.

♪

all thingsonsidered.
Don't you?

I'm sure the experience
provided you

with some valuable
insights about Bo.

And who among us
protect her.

Really?

I suppose you're right.

Still, it was all
very clever.

Nothing in the rules
about bringing

the Stag back
from the dead.

Obvious question:
after eighty years in prison,

how did the Stag
even know who Bo was,

let alone where
to find her?

I may have had
something mentioned

to the girl in passing,
and enabled her escape.

Who remembers?

Well, I still
find it hard

to believe you traveled
all this way--

just for a swearing
in ceremony,

or for a closer look
at Bo.

Oh...

There may have
been rumours,

tweaking certain
higher ears

that you may not
be Fitzpatrick,

simple barkeep
at all.

That you may in fact be,
the Blood King.

I would be happy
for those rumours to cease.

It's the stuff
of fairytales.

Of course,
of course.

Although...
IF it were true,

I can tell you the Council
would find it hard

to believe
you're satisfied

with the underwhelming
challenge of tavern- keeper.

It's more
of a gastropub, really.

You may assure
the High Council that I have

no pretensions
towards power.

I'm sure they'll be pleased
to hear that.

So long as there are no
more efforts to locate Aife.

So...
Aife did resurface.

And she's the mother
of this Bo, then?

I can't speak
to those.

But, I imagine I would find
my continued retirement

more "attractive",
if the Council were

to agree to this
friendly request.

I'll be sure to mention it
to them upon my return.

And may I say,

what an honour
it has been?

Bartender,
my ass.

Bo: Well--

That was supposed
to be a lot more epic.

Thunder bolts were
supposed to go off.

Music was supposed
to play.

Nakedness--

There was supposed
to be nakedness.

Didn't happen, huh?

Mostly I just kind
of made an asshat

out of myself,
for nothing.

Shut up.
You did not.

It's really over.

For good this time.

I just--
I can't understand

why he doesn't want
to fight for us.

I think it's
The Tim Effect.

Who's Tim?

First guy
I ever lurrved.

Until I found him
with another girl.

Lurrving her
from behind.

What happened?

Eventually, I was
ready to forgive him

to move on:
mentally.

But my heart would not
fricking listen.

I remembered
how great we were.

I missed it.

But, I just couldn't get
myself to feel it again,

even if I tried.

I think that's what
the Norn did to Dyson.

That's the kinda
whammy she put

on Dyson's heart
when he thinks of you.

Except I didn't
do anything wrong.

I know.

I know.

You know what
the irony is here?

I'm a freaking
Succubus.

I can make
any man want me.

But I can't make
this one man love me.

Do you want me to beat
the snot out of him--?

I totally will.

He's so girly
about that beard,

I need to mess it up
a little bit.

Whatever he did,
Kenzi

he did it for me.

He needs us
to be just friends:

I gotta tell him
I'm okay with that.

So...
you're gonna lie.

Damn right.

Good luck
with that.

Another pint--

Vanilla this time.
I know.

♪