Stavanger Bay Just call [m]e shameless

He hadn't meant it to sound as crass as it had. But he couldn't unsay.

Gunnar didn't mind what he had done. He was a viking son. His body was a tool an instrument. He'd be lying if he said it hadn't opened a door to something that had lain dormant. He had always liked a good scuffle.

Gunnar's father had given him a job years ago. Protect your mother, your sisters, the pack. But it was all gone now. But the job remained.

Her touch burned. Goddesses did it burn. He was unsure if he even could or should his mind fighting to control age old instinct.

Gunnars eyes went wide. Thats a dangerous offer. I..er... his fight died on his tongue. He could, she had offered, but it felt wrong. He took a moment to study her.

Is that what you want or need? Though he was unsure, if this is ehat the girl needed to feel better he would offer the small comfort. Though who was really getting the better deal. He studied her unsure.