@infernal-matriarch cont (xx)
"Calm the britches you ain't got on darling" He snorted giving her a toothy sly grin. "We both got our own little reputation to uphold. My men and and others would find it odd if I of all people slept with a Goeita." He didnt say the last part with any disgust or venom. It wasn't like he used to utter the word, not after last night.
It did not feel like some fling or an after thought. He couldn't believe how invested into he was. "You know though you are right. You aren't a whore, despite how I teased you with that name last night." The Imp crawled out of his side of the bed to sit next to her. Striker sat in silence. What to say to break the tension?
"Be honest with me, did you mean all those..whispers of affection?" He let the question hang it was more than a Yes or No to that question with the answer. It was a statement on if pleasure should be mixed more with this business maybe even more than pleasure. A few sharp fingers traced her hand carefully. Striker breathing in then looking at her.