...You just won EVERY POINT. Like, I'm sitting here trying not to joke on roast beef and I had to give up on my Coke within the first couple of paragraphs. JUST... SO CUTE. AND WIN. AND YOU WRITE DES SO WELL. (Everyone being able to write an AWESOME Des makes me so happy. *flails about*)

"Yeah, and I prefer the term, 'annoying guy who I just kicked out of my house'. But look at that. You're still here. Can we fix that?"

WIN.

"...Des? Can I have a room so I can show it to Koschei?"

MORE WIN.

Getting the evil guy away from his suddenly prepubescent boyfriend -- ew -- was the point.

ALL THE WIN.

AND I AM IN CAPSLOCK MODE, BECAUSE I CAN'T STOP CRACKING UP. THE BANTER IS JUST THAT AWESOME. Seriously, if Des and the Master are half as awesome IN GAME as they are in this fic, I will throw Des at him, like, every chance I get, because... YES.