Lips like Morphine

Sorry i was on absence until today :D

Sitri chuffed gently as he listened to her settling to his haunches to give her his full attention. He may not be the brightest or the best speaker, but by all the gods he could listen. Sitri wouldn't know about ambition, having it snuffed out of him as a youth, he supposed if he dug deep within he could pull up the dying embers of ambition and use it to his advantage.

Sitri chuckled darkly at her words, he had not put in any effort for the scars he bore they were given to him by the queen who ordered him around to do her bidding, but he nodded. He supposed he had put in an effort, an effort not to die, so he did the unspeakable to stay alive.