Arsen Harrington

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Arsen only needed to be told for him to follow Evelyn. He was a guy after all and the potential promise of a night of debauchery was. enough for him to let go of all reason and follow his instincts. And his instincts really wanted this daughter of Aphrodite. How any man could ever resist them? He didn't know. How any girl could resist them was a mystery as well. All he wanted was for her wrapped in his embrace, playing, teasing and what not. He followed her into a room, which was small and he found himself grinning, imagined her pressed against his own body. 

She played with her dress. Her fingers twirling around the fabric and he looked at her barely resisting to close the space between them and rip it off of her. It was only a moment later that her dress fell off and her breasts came into view. When she got closer to him, he could feel every nerve ending in his body coming alight and she began to slowly play with the buttons in his shirt. He knew she was slowly enticing him and seducing him and she was succeeding but he refrained from ripping open his own shirt and instead just took off his jacket and his bowtie. She began to unbutton his shirt one by one and when she asked him if he was enticing him, he grinned. 

Her hands slid down to his pants and she began to unbuckle his belt. That was enough to get him hot and bothered and it showed. He grabbed her hand and placed it below his belt, so she could feel him. "I think you can figure out the answer to that question yourself." He smiled, moving his gaze from her eyes to her breasts. He placed his hands over them and thought how big and soft they felt and how much he wanted to bury his head on them, maybe suck on her. "Do as you wish."

(Any GM is okay by me!)

Anyone that had met Arsen would have assumed that he was this confident bloke that hardly ever had any reason to think about the consequences of his actions or even about what he was going with his life. He had his future secured and there was nothing he had to really worry about, but such a life of leisure and endless opportunity had left him feeling empty inside. He hadn't really thought about that before. The emptiness had always been there, ever since he had remembered and he had only thought about it in relation to his mother's absence but maybe it was because of that absence and the fact that his father had opted to fill the void with things and opportunities that it had first sparked it.

So when he opened up to James and talked about his past, he realized there was very little differences between them. Sure the way the approached their problems was different but root of the problem was very much the same. Arsen had tried every substance known to man and he had engaged in more than his fair share of alcoholic binges. He had gotten himself in more trouble that he could remember and he had had to have his sister and their family lawyer bail him out from overseas in more than one occasion. His last trip to Spain was a perfect testament to that.

His nickname Arsenic had suck as a result of such and event thinking about it now made he realize he was truly a privilege prick. "I didn't really realize I was running until you just mentioned it now. I always assumed I was just doing being myself but truth be told, I have no idea who I am. I only know who I am supposed to be in relation to other people. I am the son of Hecate, goddess of magic and witchcraft. I am the son of Calvert Harrington, real estate mogul and financial tycoon of New York City. I am the twin brother of Asher Harrington, heiress and financial genius. I am a half blood and spend my time between New York City and Camp Half Blood. I have more time than I know what to do with and yet, who am I?" He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. 

But as he thought about it, he smiled at James' words and cheered with him. He had no idea who he was but that was the best opportunity to find out he assumed. "Cheers to that," he said and took another sip. "Where do you think your path is going to take you?"

Had Arsen been a normal person, even normal by half-blood standards, then he would have learned how to control himself. But he wasn't a normal person and he had to admit that he didn't truly know how to control his own emotions. He was impulsive and he was reckless and that caused him more than his fair share of challenges. It was this sort of behavior that had caused his expulsion from school that first time. He would soon realize, it caused a lot of his own problems.

So it came to no surprise that when it came down to it, all of the anger that Arsen was feeling inside was building up to a point that he wasn't sure he could hold on much longer. He felt off, like he wasn't in charge of his body and despite the array of students around him, some going at each other's throats, he couldn't help himself from doing the same. What was the matter of him? This anger, this rage was all consuming and he clenched his fists so much that he was digging his nails into his skin.

He felt like if he didn't do something about it, he was going to explode. He took a deep breath but it was useless. His gaze had fallen on Levi and that smug look on his face. Arsen didn't know what it was, he certainly didn't know why but there was something about the brat that just rubbed him off the wrong way and right now, just his face made him angry. So Arsen walked towards him, the intention clear in his mind and did the most stupid thing he could think of at that moment. He went at Levi's face, fist formed, ready to punch him and then some.

Despite Mr. D, Arsen had not met any of the other gods. He hadn't met his own mother and despite what other campers were saying, he hardly believe this man was Ares. Ares, the god of war didn't look as intimidating as he had imagined. In fact, he looked rather small compared to what he had imagined. Other seemed to think the same and he wasn't oblivious to the comments or the fact that Samantha had mentioned something about her feelings towards Evelyn.

He smirked, his mind going there for a moment, then focusing his attention back on the situation. Then however, things turned in a very interesting manner. Before he could say anything else or do anything for that matter, Evelyn and Samatha were engaging in a fight. He frowned, taking a step away from the pair as he didn't want to get in the middle of a cat fight. He had to admit it was amusing, for who didn't enjoy a quarrel between females, ripping each other's clothes and what not. He pictured them covered in jell-o to add to that effect.

Either way, he came back to reality and frowned. "You need to calm down," he told Evelyn, getting closer to her. "This dude is not worth it. He isn't the real thing."

Arsen chuckled. He was used to playing with fire and yes, he had to that at times he got burned. But he enjoyed the adrenaline of not knowing what was going to happen, or getting wrapped up in the moment and allowing himself to feel young and irresponsible. And Evelyn was certainly intoxicating enough to give him that adrenaline. "And you can?" He asked her and gave her a playful smirk. 

He felt her body getting tighter against his and he pressed against her more. The distance between them was almost nonexistent and it was enticing. Her presence alone was making him feel things that riled him up inside. How he adored those daughters of Aphrodite. He couldn't imagine what it would be like without them. In fact, it was because of them that any other woman always ended up falling flat. Nothing could be compared to them. "Do more. Make me want you. I can feel the warmth of your body against my skin. It is captivating. But if you really want to make this fun, make me want you more than anything else."

Arsen kept tapping his fingers on the sides of his arms. His arms were folded so tight that one could almost see the veins shine through. He didn't know what had him in such a foul mood but anyone around him and especially those that knew him should have been cautious to get close to him. He wasn't the type to snap at anyone unprovoked but he wasn't in the mood to start a conversation either.

He was just taking a few deep breaths, trying to keep his annoyance at bay before it escalated. That would have been well and done had it not been for the fact that at the right moment this one man came into the picture. He looked all smug and self-assured and Arsen took a deep breath. Here we go again. 

He walked over to where Evelyn was, acknowledging her presence without saying anything. "I mean, if he was though, he is certainly only here to claim his kids then dump them for the next hot young thing that he comes across. Your mom would do better anyway. He doesn't even look like he has ever been to war."

Arsen usually spaced out during the claiming ceremonies. He always found it boring and his own hadn't been that much better. He had always had a bitter resentment of the whole thing. While some campers felt it as a sign of their god parent showing their affection for claiming them as their own, Arsen saw it as a way to be exposed and have everyone see you as just another demigod, whose god parent didn't care enough to stick around for.

And every time it happened again, he felt slightly sick to his stomach so as per usual, this was another time when he was not in a good mood. He didn't even noticed Evelyn or any other of the Aphrodite girls that he was often goggling. He crossed his arms and waited. Took a deep breath and wondered if his mother had managed to breed any more kids that she had abandoned.

Arsen had never liked the side of him that he showed his friends back in New York but it was a side of him that he had built out of necessity and his own desire to fit in. It had worked for him well and he had built a reputation that ensured him no one was going to bother him. Whether or not that was a good thing, was a different matter but he had learned to mold himself into that persona. For a while there, especially in his late teens, he had forgotten what it was to walk around without a mask and it had proven difficult to snap out of it. Now, having grown up, he had slowly let himself remember who he truly was, even if his past demons still caught up with him at times. "Have you ever been like that?" Arsen asked James. "Ever had to hide who you are to fit in?" 

"Growing up, my friends would call me Arsenic, because I could be toxic and I created chaos everywhere I went. Could be lethal so to speak. Could drag anyone into my madness." He chuckled, feeling himself grow nervous about admitting such things. "But I am glad you have never seen that. I don't think you would have liked me very much." He relaxed then and raised his glass to cheer. "Cheers! And thank you for coming with me."

Arsen couldn't help but feel himself become eager with anticipation. He could feel the warmth of her skin against his. He could feel her heart beating against his own. He could smell her hair and the slight whiff of perfume. He wanted her at that moment and he would have done anything to rip open that dress and see what she looked like naked. But just as Arsen liked to go at it without delay, he knew there was an aphrodisiac in waiting. He could wait for her. He could let her take her time with him and he could let her tease him.

Then when the teasing was done, they would be able to enjoy so much more. He would be able to enjoy it more as though some forbidden pleasure had been granted to him. "Fire can be dangerous," Arsen said, spinning her around and then bringing her back towards him, her chest pressing against his. He kept his gaze fixated on hers leaned down ever so slightly. "I want to play this game but you have to figure out how to entice me to continue."

Arsen looked at James when he made his remark and chuckled to himself. The two of them had been friends for a while but Arsen had never been the type of person to want to mix his world. It offered him a self of escape whenever he travelled between the two most prominent parts of his life. It was like he could go between his mom's and his dad's world and choose how long he wanted to engage in either. "Whiskey sour," he ordered. "If I am being perfectly honest, I am not sure you would like me much if you knew that other part of my life." Arsen had a reputation back home. He always had been a wild kid that disregard the rules and knew how to have a good time. He never had any real regard for anything, as everything had been handed to him on a platter.

And while he had that reputation at home, he had always wanted to at least present a better part of himself at camp. "There is a lot about myself that not a lot of people know, and I guess camp was the perfect place to be whoever I wanted. Start fresh in a sort of way. I was never grounded when I went back to my other life."

Arsen knew the effect he had on women and girls alike and his time at camp had not gone to waste. He knew all about the daughters of the goddess of love and he even had to admit that he had some hard competition grabbing the attention of females, considering the sons of Aphrodite were also some of the hottest guys around. But he had his own charm and it had been carefully catered over the years. First of all, his dark brown hair was a nice contrast against his piercing blue eyes. His boyish smile was intoxicating and it brought a sense of youth to his person. The way his hair curled behind his ear and the way he would let his facial hair grow for three days to bring forth a sense of clean but sexy demeanor also seemed to be a fan favorite. 

Point to this was, Arsen knew he was hot and he had used that to get what he wanted, both in life and with girls. It was however, not a surprise that when Evelyn danced with him, he saw the glances from other guys and girls. They were looking at them both in awe and jealousy and the way she moved her body, it was bringing him to his knees, feeling a throbbing sensation in his pants. He had to contain himself though. Part of the game was the anticipation leading up to it. It was about wanting it so bad that when it happened it was just as satisfactory as when the deed was performed. Arsen didn't want easy. He wanted a challenge. "Then you miss, are a danger," he said but he grinned at her in a way that made it clear he didn't mind.

"I am all down for a show," he said, feeling her body against his. "I am more intrigued in how you are going to make it a night for me to remember. I am all down for games but I want to know what I am playing with."

It was not lost in Arsen his effect on the female population. In fact, it was an aspect of his life that he took advantage of on a daily basis. He liked the way the girls looked at him, rubbing his arms slightly, batting their eyes at him and wanting to grab his attention oh so desperately. Ever since he had been a kid, he knew that his boyish charm was the way to go and it had proven useful in getting him out of quite the unpleasant situation. He had had more than his far run ins with the law but he had learned that his position and his name were the key to get him out of anything. He had grown up knowing he could get away with anything and that was evident even in the way he dated girls. 

And while he dated many girls, he never established anything serious with them. He had a tendency of growing bored rather quickly and while it wasn't in his nature to be the asshole that passed one girl over the other, he did so on a frequent basis. The Aphrodite girls were his special treat and he was not surprised when she commented on the comments her sisters had made about him. Well. if the daughters of the goddess of love and beauty held him in high regard, who was he to question it? "Well, your sisters do have great taste," he said with a smirk. 

He was beginning to imagine themselves in a different scenario, far away from where they were at the moment. In the privacy of his bedroom perhaps or at a nice hotel, he hadn't decided. It didn't escape him the way her dress wrapped around her hips of the way her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders. She smelled almost sweet and it was intriguing. But alas they had talked about dancing first and he supposed he could wait, despite the fact that his body was making it hard for him to contain himself. "Can I- well naturally I can," he said, thinking it was an interesting dance she had picked. 

He knew people were watching. How could they not? But that didn't stop him from grabbing her when she pressed herself against him. He could feel his desire raising and kept thinking what it was about these girls that made his blood boil in a way that he couldn't quite understand. "You are dangerous," he said, getting close to her ear. "The way you are pressed against me. Don't think I haven't noticed the way you are toying with me. I would much rather leave this place and go somewhere more private. Or do you want to continue twirling and dancing around me." He chuckled, keeping his composure but for how long?

The first time Arsen had travelled on his own, he had been sixteen years old and a lot of things had been accessible to him. While drinking at home had never been an issue for him, there was something about doing it abroad where he couldn't see the consequences of his actions and his authorities figures were so far away that made it so much more alluring. He chuckled and shook his head, trying to remember some of the memories that were buried underneath cobwebs of blackouts and other substances. "I was sixteen and my friends and I had gotten ourselves fake IDs to really take on the experience. Our so called chaperone was one of my friend's older brother who just so happened to live here but it wasn't as if he was actually looking after us." He shrugged. "Anyway, we pregamed at the apartment and by the time we got here, I was trying so hard to keep myself steady and flirting with this girl I had no business flirting with." He pointed to the corner where a couple of high stools and a table were at. "I kept trying to grab her breasts and then her boyfriend showed up. In my defense, she did seem to like it." He shrugged. "What do you want to drink?"

Arsen's eyes widened when she introduced herself. Ah, that was where he had seen her before though in his defense he wasn't entirely sure he had noticed her in particular. All the daughters of Aphrodite looked the same in one sense or the other. They were all mostly blonde with pouting lips and a body that he just wanted to lose himself in. He didn't particularly care which one of those he could get on with. They were almost interchangeable. So if Evelyn was here and willing, so was he. "Of course, good to see you Evelyn. It seems you also know who I am. I reckon my reputation precedes me?" He took a sip of his scotch and grinned at her. He could feel his friends giving him glances but they were long lost in the background of people coming and going. They definitely would want to know what was going on and maybe he would tell them. 

He chuckled at her proposal and he had to admit he liked her attitude. "Oh hun, I already am a legend," he said with a grin. "But I'll give it to you. I don't mind being the center of attention." He extended her arm towards her and waited. "I reckon you know how to waltz?"

Arsen was the type of guy that could be extremely clueless but he was charming enough to get away with it. That was just the way things had always gone for him. There was nothing he could not get away with and he knew it. So naturally when the young blonde had expressed a certain displeasure for his touch, he knew he could just put on that charming face and find his way out. That was however, before she called him by his name and he looked at her in surprise. Did he know who she was? Maybe? He didn't want to shut that down quickly or pretend he knew it. Honestly, he had interacted with so many females that at times he could not keep up.

Oh to be him. "Uh, yeah," he said. "I don't mean to be an ass, but have we met before? You seem so familiar?" He could have been an asshole and pretended he knew who she was that entire time but somehow he wasn't quite in the mood to pretend all evening, switch her name for pet names so she wouldn't notice. "My company huh?" He smirked, his demure changing. "What do you have in mind? I am sure I can entertain you."

Arsen had had many privileges in life so he often went about his knowing there were no true consequences to his actions. He had travelled, gotten into all sorts of trouble and had once had his sister come pick him up in Thailand, just to bring him back home on a 23 hour flight that he had no recollection of. He was half wanting to die same now and honestly, he couldn't imagine a better person to do it with than James. James was probably his closest friend and as Arsen waited for him to get ready, he glanced at his watch, wondering if perhaps it was the right time to go hit some of the bars by the market rather than going to the market itself. Not because it was too early to drink but he did care if it was too early and no one worth his time would be there. 

They were at that threshold where it could be one of the two and honestly, Arsen had no patience to wait around for more. When James appeared, Arsen took a quick glance at his outfit and nodded. He grabbed his own jacket and put it on, thinking of himself in one of those cologne commercials. "Perfect, let's go." He grabbed his wallet, his passport and the hotel room key and in a few minutes he was by the side of the pebbled roads waiting for James. "I know just the place. I hope you brought your appetite and I don't just mean for food." He said. "Did I ever tell you the story about my first time here?"

Because Arsen had grown up in New York's high society, he had done the usual events that life entailed. He had gone to the parties and the cotillions and been someone's escort. He had been subjected to power hungry mother's that thought of him as a valuable catch for their prim and proper daughter. And despite the fact that Arsen didn't quite find these sort of things entertaining, he always found himself attending them. He had a lot of friends outside of camp. Friends that had nothing to do with his life as demigod. Friends that didn't know who he was and what he was capable of. Friends he had gotten black out drunk with and done drugs with and crashed socialite parties with. Friends he could count on to have a good time, and yes maybe one or two he could call when he didn't know where he was. 

That's how he had ended up there, wearing an expensive suit, sipping expensive whiskey and hearing his friends eye this or that girl and make remarks about her features. Listening to them though, he was a little bored. What was the point in making remarks about a girl's breasts when he couldn't do anything about them. He was half listening when one of his friends nudged him on the side and his attention turned to a beautiful blonde in a gold dress. Not anyone could pull off gold. In fact, he could count the number of times that sort of dress had actually grabbed his attention. His friends made bets on who would be able to go talk to her and growing bored with their inactivity, Arsen excused himself. He was going to show them what it meant to come up to a girl and get what he wanted.

Now he was a little drunk when he started to walk towards her and his manners had long gone but when he grabbed the girl's ass, he half expected her to turn around and welcome the gesture. That, however, was not the way it went. "Forgive me," Arsen said, letting go of her immediately. "You are right. Where are my manners? Maybe I could make it up to you buy offering you a drink? A glass of champagne perhaps, to compliment your beauty and your dress?"

Arsen had certainly never been the type of rich kid that felt the need to apologize for his privilege. His wealth and his family's status was just something that was a part of him and was as normal to him as other things were to other people. It just never occurred to him that he needed to apologize for it. But he had grown more and more aware of what it meant to be him and what meant for people around him. He was never going to be the type of guy that flaunted his money in an obvious sort of way. He simply liked to take care of himself and was very much generous with the people around him. He had invited James on this trip and there was nothing about it that Arsen hadn't taken care of beforehand. He just wanted them to focus on having a good time.

"Plane food isn't the best. Even if you are sitting in business or first class. I always just focus on having a good drink." Or more than a couple but that was besides the point. "Probably a pair of dark jeans and a leather jacket. Spanish girls always like that look. At least, I've never had an issue with it whenever I come here. Maybe they just like me wearing it." He chuckled, knowing he was making himself sound like such an ass but his tone made it charming as well. "What about you? I mean, none of the clubs I like to go are anything fancy. They are just pretty cool with a lot of people. I want something chill."

Arsen was placing his American passport in the safe and kept his European one with him. He always found it very amusing that despite his mother being who she was, neither he nor his sister had Greek nationalities on that side, everything came from his fathers side. Then again, everything came from his dad side but that was a different conversation altogether. When he turned to look at James and his expression of complete excitement and perhaps even slight disbelief.  He couldn't help but smile at his reaction and as he walked over to him, he patted his shoulder and took a deep breath. "I think that is an excellent idea. We can go to the Barrio Gotico and see what we find." He said, looking out the window. "There is also a food market somewhere that I heard is good. Depends on whether or not you are hungry. I didn't love the plane food." Even if Arsen had made sure they were both flying first class, the food was not what he would have wanted for that sort of price ticket, but whatever. He had gotten a comfy seat and enough space to extend his legs when need be. He didn't need more. "Okay, we can go to the Palace first then go eat."

Arsen had never been able to stand still and stay in one place for a long period of time. It wasn't in his nature to just allow the every day boredom of a routine take over his life. That was partly why he was so unreliable and never considered to be a responsible person. If he was truly honest with himself he couldn't blame his father for not wanting to groom him to take over the family business. His dad had seen who he was and realized before he did, Arsen was never going to be able to just sit down and do the job required.

It was just the way he was and Arsen had accepted it so he took on the job no one wanted and became more and more unreliable, doing what he wanted when he wanted. Now what he wanted to do was explore Spain. He and James had been talking about a trip to Europe and Arsen had arranged to have the tickets and the accommodations taken care of. He was at least good at making sure the financial burden was taken care of. 

Upon arrival at the hotel, Arsen had booked a suite with two bedrooms for the two boys and was now enjoying a glass of sparkling water, gazing out the window. "What do you want to do first? I mean, Barcelona has a great night life but we need something to do during the day."

It didn't take a genius to know that Arsen had stepped into something that he wasn't quite sure he could make sense of. He didn't normally walk into other people's drama. He had enough of his own but he would be lying if he said he didn't like to watch the drama ensue. Preferably over some drinks and with someone he could make commentary with. It was then that he turned his attention towards James and lost focus on what the birthday girl was going through with two other guys? Three? Honestly, he was assuming a lot and hadn't exactly put two and two together. "Oh yes. I got us the tickets already. Come by my cabin later and I'll give you the ticket. I booked us the first direct flight to Barcelona from New York. We are staying a couple of nights there, then off to wherever you want. I have no issues. Just pick a place." Then, before James could reply, Arsen turned to look at one of the cabin leaders and his speech. He was terrible with names, even if perhaps he should have known them by now. It was a shame he didn't have a drink ready for the toast. "Oh yes! Happy birthday, Lilythe!" He added regardless.

Arsen had spent what felt like a very long time trying to come up with his costume. He wasn't the best at being creative and usually just went on Pinterest until an idea inspired. His picks were usually heroes or villains. Sometimes he got creative and made a joke out of a costume. One year he had dressed up as Belle from the Beauty and the Beast and added taco inspired toppings so he could say he was dressed as a Taco Belle. But this year his mind was fried and the only thing he seemed to come up with was dressing up as the Riddler. What could he say? Sometimes a classic was a classic for a reason. And, after all, he didn't particularly like dressing up in scary costumes. Especially not the ones that involved painting his face and adding more than one's fair share of blood on.

When he arrived, he was quite pleased not to be the first one there. That was always lame and Arsen enjoyed arriving in the middle of things. A trait that translated to his every day life and hence why no one could rely on him to be punctual to anything ever. He walked directly towards Lilythe, to make sure to congratulate her and when he approached the crowd of people around her, he noticed his sister, his half sibling, James, Willow, etc. At least there were people he knew. "Happy birthday Lilythe!" He said, reaching to give her a hug. "Thanks for the invitation."

Arsen was so accustomed to his way of life that it never occurred to him that some people couldn't just do whatever they wanted. If Arsen wanted to travel, he could. If he wanted to book a last minute flight, he could. If he didn't feel like making his way to his own townhouse in New York City because he was at a party in the West Village, he could just book a hotel and be done with it. He was accustomed to every kind of comfort he wanted so the fact that James looked at him with surprise when he simply stated they could do both was baffling. "Yeah, that is a good start for the Spanish tour," he said. "And Amsterdam is pretty nice. Well, that is what I have heard. If I am being perfectly honest, I don't remember much of my time there. I didn't exactly participate in clean activities." Or at all. The last time he had been there, he had been eighteen and ready to drink his way through Europe. Amsterdam had been such a nice place to unwind and experiment and honestly, he had no idea what he had taken. Everything had been a blur and waking up in a random hotel had been a little much for him at the time. It would be nice to go and actually remember what the trip was about.

Arsen felt like he was doing a lot of leg work lately. Meaning he was working on being more confident, more self sufficient and even stepping out of his comfort zone when he needed to. He wanted to be more composed and prepared and not constantly feel like he was failing without even trying. Granted, he wasn't particularly eager to fail while trying either but he at least wanted to give it a shot before he gave up. Maybe it was McKayla's influence on him and the fact that as a child of Nike, she always wanted to win. Maybe that was rubbing off on him. Honestly, not everything had to be so doom and gloom in his life. Not an easy task considering not only was he genetically predisposed to it but it was hard to not feel bad when one heard the multiple stories that seemed to engulf most if not all of the demigods.

While Arsen's life was not a tragedy, in fact, was the farthest thing from it, there were moment of deep sadness and darkness. His father never quite got over losing his mother and Arsen always had a feeling he died slowly of a broken heart. A true Greek tragedy perhaps and one he didn't often liked to talk about it. But alas, this was certainly not the time or the place. "Why not both? It is a very nice train from Barcelona to Amsterdam. We can even work our way from the Iberian Penninsula and into the Germanic countries. Honestly, we have nothing but time." And resources but those were details they could discuss some time soon. "Is there a place you have always wanted to go but never had the chance? I keep trying to answer that question myself but never quite know what the answer to that is." He wanted to make his answer memorable but he had no idea what. "For sure, let's go."