You and your boys were coming back from another hunting spree. You had gotten them fresh preys which had them all in quite the good mood. "Hell yeah! I totally tore that dickhead apart!" Prince yells out hands covered in blood. Dexter rolls his eyes. He looks at you

"Thank you for the feast Mistress" He was always the most polite one. At your left Goya stood close keeping an eye out.

"Should I carry you Miss?" Caprice asks in spoke in his usual gruff tone. He was such a sucker for you.