Blackfeather Woods Jailhouse Tango

She was relieved that there was no lustfulness in his tone when he asked if there was any more he could do for her. She was no slut, using her body as payment for a job well done. Even if there was some semblance (ok, maybe not semblance anymore, seeing how close he was now) of attraction between them. She hummed in contemplation, wondering what he could do.

"You can promise me that you will not do anything reckless like that again." She said finally, referring to the cause of this mess. "It's bad enough that when you get older you will start complaining of creaking bones and old wounds acting up again."