Hideaway Strath Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'

Good. She says sternly and it almost makes him shiver in delight. Oh does he love it when Simmik pushes him around. He’s hopeless. Thinking with his most southern region has literally gotten him nowhere but trouble in his life, but he can’t seem to reason with himself. Especially since his love is as stunning and strong as Simmik is. It only makes his love for her swell even more. 

Releasing a huff of breath at her word, she nips his jaw and he’s chuckling back to her. Eyes widening at her sudden playfulness as she moves back and stands tall, requesting a spar. 

The Grandmaster’s ears perk up and his tail shames him as it wags uncontrollably. “Oh, darling, I never thought you’d ask.” Then his eyes shift suggestively. “It’s been too long.” He’s humming as he widens his stance and gets ready for an attack. “Ladies first.” He chirps lastly.