[Ragnar looked deeply skeptical, wary to give anyone permission to use magic on him. It seemed like asking for trouble.]
What are you going to do? [He pressed his lips together, not liking this at all.] Do not turn me into anything. [He swore, by all the gods, if he was turned into a goat he would find a way to murder Dodger. Somehow. Reluctantly, he put his hand in the other man's though.]
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What are you going to do? [He pressed his lips together, not liking this at all.] Do not turn me into anything. [He swore, by all the gods, if he was turned into a goat he would find a way to murder Dodger. Somehow. Reluctantly, he put his hand in the other man's though.]