"That was fucking fun!"
The King was laughing. No. He was hysterical.
Pablo never expected the King to look like that.
Usually he was all scared like a cat around Pablo but now it looked like the King was getting accustomed to Pablo.
"So you liked it?" Pablo asked.
"Liked it? I loved it. These Marshals were always mocking me around. And then there was that Damascus. All my life I took orders. I hated that."
"So you hate taking orders from me." Pablo said.
"No. No." The King hurriedly waved his hands. "That's not what I mean. It's just the real King always dictated my steps. I couldn't even lift a finger without his orders. But you, you are different."
Pablo frowned. "How so?"
"You only tell me what you want and leave me on my own. After that, I have to come up with plans. Just like today, this plan of Boulder threatening Fozier's soldiers was my way of making him forget about this case."
