The offer Billy had given little Angie wasn’t nearly as genuine as he made it sound. He feigned worry--that whatever fight was coming their way would be too much for the upbeat lycan. In all reality, he only doubted her a little--but his real interest was simply to get her on her back in the sparring ring. He shot a smile her way as he ran rough fingers through his hair to secure messy locks back out of his face. “I promise I’ll go easy on ya, darlin’. Can’t be messin’ that face up,” the male mused, fingertips moving to quickly tug his shirt off of his torso. He was never much for clothes to begin with, and he cared even less when a pretty face was around. The shirt was tossed at Angie, Billy’s grin still plastered on his face. “I’ll even let you get the first shot in.” @angelmengarelli