They’ll get along like a house on fire, in the sense that there will be significant property damage and possible casualties.
He was looking for allies and none of the bigger interests had any interests in his interests. And his Lizard guide wasn’t much help.
“You may try Ambassador for Nineteen Eighty-Six, Shayde Pitt. I predict you will get along like a house on fire.”
“I’ll teach ya how to talk proper yet,” he grinned. These lizards tended to take everything way too literally. He put on his best smile and sauntered over to the alien-looking lady.
He didn’t like the way she was sizing him up. Like she could see right through him in a cold second.
He felt like he had parsley in his ears.
Sparkle, sparkle. He ramped up his outward congeniality and tried to look handsome.
Then he said the one thing guaranteed to grab her ire. “Hey there, little lady…”
*
“I tried to warn him,” said Ju'shek. “I said he and you would get along like a house on fire.”
“Flames, screaming, and property damage, aye,” said Shayde. “Maybe ye should'nae use metaphors, ye ken.”
Ju'shek wrung her hands. “Many, many apologies…”
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