Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

"Because I already know," he answered smoothly and quickly. He wasn't about to lose this waiting game, because if she was so eager to learn, maybe she should feel, first. And he had no urge to. Perhaps things'd been different had he been Cicero, who craved the pain more than almost anything else in the world. But Sheogorath, he did not care for it as much.

And so he added, "If you're chicken, we can always just not do it." He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, as if he didn't care, but the mad, amused glimmer in his eyes betrayed that he was just playing with her.