Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

A gentleman, he claimed. 

Words only mean so much.

But she could agree he could hurt her. He had the height and the bulk. She wouldn't be surprised if there were trophies of past brawls marring his skin. 

Arnarkla wondered if he thought she couldn't. 

Moonlit eyes briefly flicked to the rabbit. She swallowed to abate the stomach that threatened to growl. It was food she needed, not conversation; even if, so far, she was entertained by the "gentleman".