Mount Apikuni a spar for your thoughts

"No lasting damage. Perhaps some bruising on the back of my neck." He nodded in acknowledgement but didn't apologize―she was the one to ask him to spar, after all, and while it was not a true fight, mild scrapes and bruises were to be expected. Grezig's gaze suddenly turned sharp, though, and then she said the strangest thing: "Tell me, were you trying to mount me halfway through our fight?... If you had wanted a fuck before the spar, you could have just asked." Her face was completely deadpanned, save for the gleam in her eye. The agouti woman averted her gaze soon after, though.

Once the look of initial shock left his face, it was replaced by utter mirth. Corvus wheezed, and cackling laughter erupted from his lungs. After he recovered, he answered honestly, I'd intended for you to land at least on your side, but I worked with what I had. The shadow tilted his head as he spoke. His shit-eating grin and the mischievous glint in his fiery eyes told that he was unapologetic, though truly he hadn't even thought about the sexual nature of his assault. Corvus always got caught up in the fight. He wasn't sure if Grezig was joking about being able to "just ask" or not with her usually serious nature, but it was amusing to hear nonetheless.