What was that god AWEFUL noise?
English threw open the door to his study, utterly annoyed by the gaudy little tune that was playing.
He stalked down the hallway, making sure to slam his peg leg on the floor extra hard.
"Doo dee doo dee doo!"
Oh no. No no no no OH HELL NO. Clover was fucking dancing. Again.
It had taken English a while to learn that dancing for his little leprechaun crew was pretty much a way of them to say 'I want to make babies with you'.
How upset English had been when he realized he would not be able to kill Clover for all those times he danced around him.
"Okie dokie Missy Handmaid! Move those feet!"
English nearly tripped over himself. With a deep growl he entered the parlor room.
Oh god it was worse then he thought. The little deviant had roped his troll bitch into the twisted little dance.
The Handmaid was dancing with him, and she was enjoying it. No no no no no!
He snatched Crowbars news paper right out of his hands.
"What the fuck is your- Oh! Shit, boss I didn't know it was—" Crowbar was scared into silence at the glare the cherub tossed his way.
English rolled up the paper and lunged at Clover, smacking him in the face.
"No! Bad Clover! Bad Leprechaun! You do not dance with my bitch!"
Clover squeaked, his little jig ceasing. He quickly cowered from the assault. "Boss! Boss It mean't nothing I swears! Eeeeee! Ow!"
"Master, what are you doing!? We were just dancing!" the female troll said, grabbing English's arm, "Stop it!"
"Do you even know what dancing means to them?!" English snapped, wrenching his arm from the Handmaids grasp.
"It's just dancing. For fun."
"It's courtship to them you ugly bitch! You were reciprocating his advances!"
"I swears this time it was just a dance!" Clover said.
"This time?!"
"Eeep!"