Hoshor Plains And besides in the mean-meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

Dreven shifted. Someone tried to tear my throat out. I suppose it was deserved I did kill his friend. So. He said it without a single stitch of remorse or anything in his voice. Just a straight fact. He had killed a man and had been wounded for his trouble. It was deserved. An eye for an eye, literally and all that stuff.

Dreven chuckled. You think you can fix it. Go ahead and Try. But I am not a good or kind patient. And nine chances out of ten I won't do what you want me too anyway.

he cut his words off with a soft growl. Which was stupid, because then it hurt even more. He sighed. He supposed he deserved this.

He eyed the kink in her tail with interest and small dose of surprise. Well these things happen.

Dreven always meant what he said. If she wanted a trip around the world with him, a rearranging of organs. he'd oblige. It wasn't like that was broken. And besides he was not tied down and maybe she'd help him forget Atka. And he believed in pleasure anyway and sometimes that was the most pleasurable of activities. And it made you tired. And killed the restlessness sometimes and she wasn't ugly.