Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole’s gaze lingered on the marks stretching across her shoulders, a hint of respect flashing in his eyes. Glad he didn’t take ya, he said quietly, head tilting just enough to meet her eyes. Ain't every whelp that'd make it through a brush with death like that. And one of those feathered brutes? He shook his head, a flicker of a smile at the thought. You earned that one.

Her words about a sheltered upbringing brought a deeper warmth to his gaze, one she might’ve considered dangerous. She didn’t know it yet, but there was a certain respect he held for those who stepped out from under shelter into the unknown, unafraid.

Guess it’s only just beginning, ain’t it? He agreed, nodding. And from the glint in his eyes, it seemed he believed it too, that there was still plenty more for her—maybe for them both.