"Those are bold words for someone in stabbing range." (for Lovell when he's ready!)
"Oh, don't tease me like that, sweetheart." Lovell bats his lashes at the other man, knowing full well that he was not teasing in the slightest. "The least you could do is get a few cuts in before you go in for the main event. Allow me to savor the pain."
Of course, he'd seen the work this one did on the battlefield. Ripping, tearing, the eagerness. He wonders if he can tame this one. Get him to slow down, to truly savor the agony he inflicted... to allow Lovell to inflict agony of his own. What a conquest that would be. Thankfully, he was a patient man... and a rather fearless one.









