SelfPub: - Can you throw it away? ...

- Can you throw it away? I asked, nodding at the dirty jacket. Now I had no time to mess with her. - Please.
"No," Lovitt said somewhat sullenly. - I'll keep it as a stuffed animal, a trophy. I will nail it to the wall and, looking at it, I will feel the pride of the hunter. After all, who else has a jacket-skin of Damon Salvatore himself?
Taking a step forward and leaning over, I almost touched her nose with my tip and spoke, looking into her eyes:
- It's dangerous to joke with me. Look how your skin doesn't become my wall trophy.