[Liethell]

"Talent and training take luck's place." He smiles, almost smug, and the smile changes to something like giggling, "Well of course, I'm trying to get in your pants. I'm not exactly celibate you know--and don't worry Harold, it won't happen in the car." Harold mumbles something, it sounds a lot like 'it'd better not', or maybe some sort of nasty word. It's hard to tell over the radio.