“Oh Light bless.” Varaelian sighed, throwing his face into his pillow to let out a groan as Annekka sat up, brushing her locks from her face and looking deviously at him.
“That is almost hurtful, Nilhandril."
"What is hurtful, dearest Warden-General, is that I saw your vagina and the only thing you said to me after all of this is "it didn’t mean anything."
"You’re disappointed?” Her sculpted brows rose, “I thought you didn’t mind sleeping with women."
"Normally I don’t, but you clawed at me like some savage animal."
"You weren’t complaining when it was happening."
"Well, it hurts now!”
GOD HE WOULD BE A BRAT AFTER THAT
WHEN YOUR BOSS SCRATCHES YOU LIKE A RABID WOLVERINE, YEAH, HE’S PROBABLY GOING TO BE A BRAT.
ITS NOT ANNE’S FAULT HE’S TOO VANILLA TO FUNCTION
The dude’s missing an arm, he has to compensate somehow.