[Again, the distant interest, the vague hint of something that isn't quite amusement in his voice but which gives the impression of it all the same. Once again, he sizes her up, slowly, hand still poised on one cocked hip. It's not in him, particularly, to hold back, to not give all that he has to give from one moment to the next because to do so back there would have been a death sentence, or one - at the very least - that could end with missing limbs and the sharp unwanted pain of regrowth. Worse though, holding back would have come with Her displeasure, and although it's something he always elicited regardless, it was always the very last thing he wanted.
No matter. For now She sleeps, and he's stranded here alone in a world he doesn't really understand and doesn't believe himself quite capable of adapting to. Never mind that he's adapted enough already to know when not to play to kill.
It's sudden, when he moves. Sudden and swift, movements fluid and much faster than anything one could expect from an ordinary human. He closes the distance between them, aims a blow for her abdomen, and although he isn't aiming to slam his fist right through her to break her to hear the sound of bones snapping to taste the scent of blood on the air, he intends to hit hard nonetheless.
One shouldn't deny the request of a lady, after all.]
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[Again, the distant interest, the vague hint of something that isn't quite amusement in his voice but which gives the impression of it all the same. Once again, he sizes her up, slowly, hand still poised on one cocked hip. It's not in him, particularly, to hold back, to not give all that he has to give from one moment to the next because to do so back there would have been a death sentence, or one - at the very least - that could end with missing limbs and the sharp unwanted pain of regrowth. Worse though, holding back would have come with Her displeasure, and although it's something he always elicited regardless, it was always the very last thing he wanted.
No matter. For now She sleeps, and he's stranded here alone in a world he doesn't really understand and doesn't believe himself quite capable of adapting to. Never mind that he's adapted enough already to know when not to play to kill.
It's sudden, when he moves. Sudden and swift, movements fluid and much faster than anything one could expect from an ordinary human. He closes the distance between them, aims a blow for her abdomen, and although he isn't aiming to slam his fist right through her to break her to hear the sound of bones snapping to taste the scent of blood on the air, he intends to hit hard nonetheless.
One shouldn't deny the request of a lady, after all.]