Bitterroot Valley and i saw nothing here but you

The display of emotion does not feel weak in the way it often does to Kratos. For once, he accepts them; though tucked away the tears are, he allows the inferno to engulf him. The nips are teasing at first, barely a sting before the electricity starts at the sensitive pokes that Zephyr gives. He knows by now just where to prod. Kratos leans into each, near wishing the fleeting touches would inflict deeper, more. Unable to resist the temptation, he bites back at him. The flames coil low.