WITHIN THE GODDESS' WATCHFUL EYES - A Weekend With Letty

The following entry takes place between part 5 - Recon Romp, and part 6 - Spring Break.

Hangovers suck.

Out of everything that had happened to him since he set foot into the Lakeside Stable and got approached by the confident silverette, that was the one undisputable truth he would take away thus far. If THIS was what he could look forward to from drinking alcohol, he was more than ready to swear off any of the stuff forever.

"Wake up you lazy bastard; sun's been up for hours now."

Like that was anything noteworthy; the damn thing rose at five in the morning. Hell, he'd watched the majesty of sunrise like eight times now; it'd lost its luster for him after passing through the ruins of Sanidin Park.

"Oh don't tell me a little rum has you worse off than some Talus, or me for that matter. Shouldn''t you be made of some sterner stuff, Mr. knight?" she chided him as his face was suddenly assaulted by the sun. There was that nickname again; she'd taken to calling him that last night and had done her best to act like a saucy squire... he honestly couldn't recall how badly that had gone over. His rambled musings were interrupted as he vaguely made out more course words out of her mouth, including a few jabs at his age for some reason.

He didn't dignify her taunts with words, opting instead to try out the gesture he'd seen her use. The silverette rolled her green eyes at his erect ring finger and tried to pull him off the spread, succeeding only in causing him to land face-first onto the straw mat. "Seriously? You're a real lightweight, Link." She sighed. He continued to ignore her as he pulled out a particular yellow concoction from his Slate's inventory and started chugging it down.

One of the helpful things he'd picked up is the secondary benefits of elixirs, such as a shock elixir also acting as a viable means to quickly overcome any lethargy or headaches… after a brief period of FAR worse pain then whatever mess he was trying to move past.

"Din's Arms, If a little rum gets you this addled, I can only imagine how fucked up you'd get from some Rito Wingshine." She laughed, already picturing how badly that would go for her younger friend. With his headache now receded to a faint jolt, Link was all to ready to finally start firing back… that is until he took in her lacking state of dress.

She was clad in a pair of underwear; that was the only way he could describe her green two-piece outfit. However, what perplexed him was the she had on her gloves, belt, and boots. He might've enjoyed the rum last night, but he was fairly certain she'd stripped out of everything but her smallclothes once they'd snuck back into Chessica's inn. Now that he thought of it, the material of this pair seemed a little different from her usual outfit…

Letty noticed him eyeing her swimsuit and decided to keep prodding. "What, never seen a bikini before?" the silverette taunted as she twirled in place, giving him a good view of every angle, especially the visible crack of her ass. While he couldn't deny that she looked sexy as hell in it, the fact remained that he was utterly baffled by what her intentions were.

"Wait, you've seriously never seen a bikini before?" she stopped in disbelief. When he shook his head, she didn't know whether to bust out laughing or not, instead opting to sigh in bemused frustration. "Din's arms, you're an interesting mess, Link. Fights like a knight, fucks like a beast, and stupefied by a swimsuit."

'THAT'S what passes for a swimsuit? Farores' sake, things have changed… and now I sound like an old codger, great.' The chronologically displaced blond sighed at his mental revelation. Then again; he was technically over a hundred years old; and he somewhat doubted that ANY of the ladies he'd slept with could claim the same…aaand stopping there.

"Oh well, you're lucky you've got a pretty face." Letty sighed as she turned to her bag to pull out some things. When she didn't hear her friend respond, she turned back and met his glare. "What, too early to get some playful ribbing in? And I thought I was the temperamental one."

"Anyway, Rozel's letting us borrow his boat today; said something about some treasure in the golden triangle, whatever that means." She explained. Well so much for his plan to investigate those ruins Zuta had brought up. Apparently his face was showcasing some degree of disappointment and caused his older friend to scoff. "Oh what were you going to do today; futz around on the beach picking up more smelly rocks?" "Come on; it'll be fun; just the two of us out on the open waters dredging up treasure."

So do you just hand out silver rupees to every lout that asks? I'd figure you for being a little more frugal, Link." Letty commented as he sat down after cutting them from the dock. The raft they were on was a fairly modest size; big enough for them to lay down spread-eagled and not bump into each other. In other words, it was the perfect size to carry any treasure chests they'd be finding.

The Hylian shrugged, his bare arms already starting to change color thanks to the cloudless sky. At her insistence, he had only his worn pair of trousers… and literally nothing else, above or beneath. He'd protested on the last point thanks to his debacle on Friday, but a combination of being reminded how t would be just the two of them was enough to make him embrace the Lurelin tradition.

"Ah well, fools and money I suppose." She mused as their boat pushed forward. The way the wind was going, it wouldn't be long before they nudged up against the bank of the bay unless they adjusted course. "Doesn't look like the wind is giving us a clear shot; mind passing me the oar?" she asked. When the blond failed to respond, it only took her a few moments to realize the culprit for his silence or the thin smile on his face.

"…Exactly how are we supposed to steer this thing without an oar, Link?" Letty growled, his pleasant smile serving to rile her up further. The amnesiac waved off her concerns, knowing that it would've been a waste of his slate's inventory to bring an oar or a Korok Leaf. Besides, he had a much better way to propel their little raft, especially thanks to the fascinating discoveries his slate was indicating. Rather than fill her in however, he simply told his silverette friend to relax and hold on.

Whatever words Letty had coming up in retaliation were instantly killed thanks to the sudden surge of speed that was shooting their raft down the bay into the open seas. By the time they slowed back down, they had already cleared the bay and were drifting out to open waters. "H…how did you do that?! She gawked. Without losing that damnable smirk, the blond pulled up the source of their locomotion.

"Wait; was there seriously a chest this close to the village?!" the silverette asked. Her response was for Link to pull up two more. At the sight of three large treasure chests in front of her, the veteran traveler instantly scrambled over and pried one of them open. A purple rupee wasn't quite what she was expecting, but hey; it was better than nothing really. As she mused over the purple gem, a wicked idea suddenly came to her, and she got her partner's attention with a sharp whistle.

"Tell you what; we'll make a little game out of this." She coyly declared as she rolled down her left boot, exposing her nicely tanned leg. Once she saw she had his attention, the silverette pulled off the rest until it was hanging off her foot. "For every chest you dredge up, how about I make the view a little more pleasant, hm?" she inquired as she kicked off the boot before repeating the process for her other one, 'That should incentivize him; those hidden treasures are as good as found…'

"Farore's Wind, there's a lot of chests down there." Letty commented as Link pried open the seventh treasure chest he'd dredged up. Once confirming that a piece of Amber were the only contents, he tossed the chest back overboard with the help of his Magnesis before tossing the ore in a pile with their other treasures. It'd been about two hours since they set off, and minus a few cluster of clouds, the weather was being particularly cooperative today. Still, while she wasn't likely to work on her tan as much today, the fact remained that the light glinting off their horde was quite the lovely spectacle.

Two Opals, a Sapphire, a Ruby, a Topaz, and two bundles of arrows; all from the chests between Lurelin and the reef. In addition, the hull of their raft had two Soldier's Broadswords that had fallen into the water some time ago; perhaps from one of the Lizafos that were often killed along the coastline. The silverette was taking the time to admire one of the blades clad in nothing but her bikini bottoms with her discarded clothes close by.

"You wouldn't mind if I took one of these swords, would you? Never hurts to have a backup." She asked as she looked up at her companion. Once he gave the nod of assent, she carefully re-sheathed the blade and set it aside. "Thanks. I think your better off with the arrows and the bow; never really got into archery myself." She explained as the blond used his slate to dredge up yet-another one.

That little tablet of his truly was something else; from the bombs he'd pulled out, to the little tricks with ice platforms or freezing things in place. Turns out there was also a nifty function for taking instant portraits… which gave her another idea. "Hey Link; you're looking for pictures to fill up that little slate, right?" the silverette asked, getting a nod from the blond in return.

"Do you have a Soldier's Broadsword?" she inquired. Link went over everything he'd taken thus far in his head, and came to the conclusion that he had in fact, not taken any pictures of that type of sword yet. "Well perfect chance right here. Whip out your slate." Letty ordered. With only a brief roll of his eyes, the amnesiac pulled out the ancient piece of Sheikah technology and swiped over to the camera rune. Once he was certain it was selected, he turned back to face the silverette, only to find her having set up for the shot already.

She was reclining against the mast, propped up on one leg with the other clearly showing her bikini-clad pelvis. As for the sword itself, the silverette was holding it unsheathed across her clearly naked chest, with her other hand gingerly holding the blade. From between those fingers, her top dangled. It was simultaneously absurd and VERY arousing.

"Snap away, handsome." She huskily ordered, a clear look of seduction in her green eyes. For once she was willing to humor his dulled reactions, as she watched with amusement how he clumsily brought up the slate to his face. The trio of *SNAPS* she heard were most likely how the thing actually 'captured' these instant portraits. "Well don't keep me in suspense; let me see."

The first was bad; blurry as hell and had her off to the side. The second was better; at least it was clearer now that he'd gotten used to steadily holding the slate again. The last was a little worse, if only because it was tilted at an angle. "I'd go for the second one; it showcases the sword the best." She finally said, lying through her teeth. If Link wanted to protest and point out how much of the blade was cut off from the indicated shot, he didn't let it be heard and simply elected to erase the first one.

"So are all of them as bad as that first shot?" she asked, sliding the blade back into the sheathe and placing it to the side. With some difficulty thanks to her bare swaying chest, Link explained how a few of them were kind of poor thanks to bad lighting or getting interrupted. He could re-take them so long as he still had an intact verison, but it hadn't crossed his mind yet. "So any more you want to say… touch up?"

It was the fastest Link had ever pulled up his slate's inventory…

"So these Guardian Weapons… they just cut? No heat or anything?" Letty asked as she examined the titular weapon. After Link pulled it out and explained how to handle it, the silverette quickly realized how odd it was that as bright as the blade was, it caused no change in the temperature around it. said blond shrugged, never really figuring it to be a necessary factoid to pick up. "Huh, kind of odd, especially with how those big ass jerks keep setting things on fire with their lasers."

"Well doesn't matter anyway. I'll let you know when I'm ready, okay?" she prompted, not-so-subtly telling him to turn around. Link wasn't planning to ruin this good thing he'd stumbled into and averted his eyes. Nodding in approval, the veteran traveler glanced down at the glowing orange handle and got a wicked idea…

Meanwhile the amnesiac was going over the weapons he had, trying to think of ways to prolong this impromptu photo-shoot as long as possible. Sadly he could only boast one other weapon in his repertoire, the rest having been discarded due to being too worn or close to ruin. The blond silently cursed as he lamented not picking up either of the axes that had been dropped into the bathing pond (why a woodcutter's AND a double axe had ended up there seemed to take every other villager by surprise as well). "Alright, turn around." His comrade called, snapping him out of his thoughts. Eager to see what kind of whacky scenario she'd had planned, Link wasted no time and turned to face her.

Sure enough Letty had favored something outlandish; on her knees looking up at him with the same lust-soaked green pools that he'd become quite friendly with as of late. Her hands were covering her nipples with the sword's active handle squished between her tits and her tongue hanging over the pommel. Again; ludicrous, dangerous, and arousing, all at the same time. Link smashed his thumb onto the slate until it indicated he was out of room.

Letty got up, wincing as she felt her knees protest from being kneeled on the coarse wooden platform. Gingerly taking the Guardian Sword in her hand, she deactivated it the way Link had shown her before handing the inert handle back to the blond. Said Hylian looked up and took his weapon back, musing at her sudden lack of care that her breasts were on full display.

"What? Camera's off, and I can't be baring it all at once, right?" she explained, taking his quip in stride. The fact she took so naturally to an enigmatic technology and was already using it for lewd purposes bemused him, and it was a testament to their close friendship that he could speak as such to her face. "Oh hush; just show me the pictures."

"Got a little eager, didn't you?" she chided him, her tone far more playful than disapproving. In response all Link could think to do was rub the back of his head. Without letting go of the Slate, he relented to let her skim through the photos, even past the ones he'd just taken. "These first twelve are fantastic; did you take them?" she offhandedly asked. When he didn't respond, she turned back to him to ask again.

The look on his face gave her instant pause. She'd seen him many different way in the past few days; happy, angry, bashful, aroused. This was the first time he simply looked…lost. He wasn't even looking at her, but was instead still fixated on the twelve small pictures that were permanently loaded into his Slate. Letty could tell that there was something up with those dozen, and out of respect opted to let the matter drop. Instead she swiped to the right, thumbing through his other pictures before getting to the twenty or so he'd quickly snapped of her.

"About six of them are okay; the rest are pretty trash." She bluntly explained. When she noted he was focused on her, the silverette felt compelled to elaborate. "You needed more time to line up these shots; the best were the ones here, where you caught me after I finished adjusting the sword handle to keep from falling out of my tits.". he took her critique with a nod and deleted all but the best four.

Satisfied, Letty turned to the second weapon he'd provided her. The same one that had caused a noticible dip in their raft once it came crashing down. "Soo… out of curiosity, did you have any plans on what to do for the claymore?". The blond shrugged his shoulders; still not wholly convinced that she would do anything. "Well if your interested, I might have one…"

"Oh come on; it's not THAT funny." She fumed at her laughing cameraman.

Funny was the wrong word; absurd was more apt a description. When he'd taken her up on her offer and pulled out the Knight's Claymore, it was really more for a laugh at her expense. He didn't expect her to accept the challenge, straddle the hilt, and hoist up the knuckle guard so the blade was sticking up between her legs. It proved to be a quite striking display of her strength (as exemplified by the definition on her arms)… but that didn't mean it didn't look utterly ridiculous in the process. The upside was that having both her hands occupied meant she had no way to cover her breasts, opting instead to squeeze them between her biceps.

"Look if you want me to do something else, hand me my top. Otherwise, this is what you're getting, alright?" the silverette huffed as she struggled to keep holding it up. Link wiped the tear from his eye before bringing his Slate up, snapping about six photos before he gave her the thumbs up. Letty dropped the claymore, being fortunate enough to have the sharpened blade not cut into their loaned raft. There was no way that she would ever consider lugging a hunk of metal like that around, least of all putting her life on it. "I think that's enough for today. Now let me see them."

Of the six, only one showed her visibly struggling; the rest were quite a good mix of power, confidence, appeal, and humor. "This slate of yours something else, Link. You wouldn't happen to know of any way to make a copy for me, would you?" she asked. He hadn't worked out a way to do that, and Purah hadn't mentioned such a method existing. Still, he promised to bring it up the next time he visited the Sheikah scientist…along with inquiring about increasing the storage space or a way to 'hide' certain pictures.

"Well keep that in mind. Could be a nice little way to earn some rupees." The veteran traveler explained as she pulled undid her swimsuit's bottom and tossed it with her other clothes, leaving her body completely bare for him to admire her even tan. The silverette glanced down at her trouser-clad companion. It was almost disturbing how quickly he was reddening; she'd seen fish that cooked slower than this kid!

"Have to say, your getting pretty cooked there, Link. Care to join me in evening it out? Can't be any harm, especially after being cooped up north for the past month." Letty mused as she spread out to savor a rare moment of pure sunlight. He couldn't find any fault in her musings, so rather than question her or her decision to briefly re-don her bottoms out of his view only to strip them off immediately, he stripped down and kicked his trousers away.

"Yum yum." She teasingly whistled as her mouth salivated at such a fine specimen of beef. Sure she'd seen it a few times now, but that didn't really diminish her opinion on his girth. If she was being honest, the fact they'd been able to have an honest connection made it the entire thing better. But she wasn't really interested in jumping his bones…at least, not just yet. "So what's your little stone say; anything else out there?"

Link swiped over to the Magnesis Rune and scanned their surroundings. Besides the half a dozen opened chests directly beneath them, or even the one they'd tied a rope to as an impromptu anchor, there was nothing else around. Putting his Slate down, the blond shook his head. "Guess that's enough of a haul for today." Letty mused as she shielded her eyes from the sun. By her figuring, it was only about midday; they still had quite a lot of time before they should return the raft and report back to Rozel.

"Hey, there's something in the water!" she exclaimed, pointing to a section off to the port side. Sure enough, there was something glittering down below, something that wasn't being picked up by the Magnesis. Having experience with this kind of thing, Link swapped over to the Stasis Rune and flashed the area, finding a distinct shape that could only have been a Rupee of some kind. When he told his silver-tressed friend, she grew contemplative. "Really, a rupee? Kind of odd that it's this far away from the rest of the treasure, isn't it?".

To be honest, her younger comrade agreed wholeheartedly. Then again there was no doubting that it was in fact money of some form. What form it was is ultimately what he found most alluring…

Letty was broken from her thoughts when she heard a splash and noticed her companion was gone. "Wait!" she scrambled to the edge just in time to see his form fade into the depths….

Nearly half a minute later, the blond broke the surface, gasping for air and paddling back towards the raft. His friend helped pull him out, putting just a little too much muscle into her exertions. "Nayru's tits, do you always jump half-assed into the ocean?" she chided. Rather than rise to her taunt, her friend simply held out the golden rupee he'd recovered.

"Holy crap; that suckers worth at least three hundred rupees! They're so damn rare nowadays." The veteran traveler spoke with a sense of reverence. For his part, Link found that concept VERY hard to believe, especially since he'd been finding them all over the northern lands. Without a further word, he handed the golden gem to her.

"W-Wait; your giving me this? Don't even want to split it?" she gawked, clearly unable to believe what he was doing. Three hundred rupees; that wasn't something to be taken lightly…or without proper payment in kind. Shakily, she accepted it "So just to be clear; you want me to have ALL of this?" she asked as she admired every perfect angle. At his confirmation, she didn't hesitate to toss it into their treasure pile before leaping onto him.

Any protest of her attack died when he saw that same need-soaked desire in her eyes that had led to MANY pleasurable altercations. "Din's Hips, I'm going to pay you back for this…" she huskily growled as her mouth immediately attacked his crotch…

She wasn't sure what it was; maybe the snails, or the fish, but there was DEFINITELY something different about his spunk today. It didn't taste better per se, rather it was just noticeably distinct from her samples the past few days. Still, she swallowed as much as she possibly could, wiping off her lips of the sperm that had escaped her mouth.

The sun was now hiding behind the clouds; giving the duo a much needed respite from its rays. With both of their bodies now just the slightest shade darker, Letty crawled under Link's arm and settled on his broad shoulder. "Hey, remember what we talked about last night; about anal?" she inquired, turning her green eyes towards his.

Link was perplexed; had they talked about it? He honestly couldn't recall anything after the rum was broken out. Wait, that was wrong; he remembered that Letty was PLASTERED compared to him. So how in the Trio's name was SHE able to recall that? At his prompting, the silverette simply scoffed, especially his inquiry about how she'd recovered so quickly. "Oh please; it hurt like a bitch this morning. Took me nearly two hours to get past it. Anyway let me fill you in."

Even if it was second-hand information that slowly brought his muddled memories back, his opinion hadn't changed. Quite simply the thought still bore no appeal to him to have a cock…or ANYTHING really, rammed into his ass. "You and me both; and I don't mind the idea of keeping it that way…." She muttered, trying to hide the reddening of her cheeks at such a notion. "But what about something smaller? Anyone tried sticking a finger up there before?"

Even if he'd long since become familiar with her blunt and crass method of inquiry, the thought made the amnesiac balk. While he'd meet many good people and had even become friends with many sorts thus far, he simply did NOT trust anyone enough to test those boundaries. Surely she wasn't imply that he'd done so with some random tramp… or had she? TO her credit, she only looked modestly irate at such an accusation. "Hell no; not with some utter stranger! Trust me; I'd only do that with someone I trust."

Link could see the logic in her stance, and even her passing mention of trusting him was noted. Yet rather than pry further about it, the blond simply reiterated that the prospect likely wouldn't be appealing to him. "How do you know you won't? It's just a finger, Link. No need to be freaking out."

He…wasn't, or at least he didn't THINK he was freaking out. But the fact that she was pressing so hard could only make him wonder if she wanted him to experience it…but if that was the case, why wouldn't she just come out and ask him forthright?

"You do trust me, right?"

So she did want to finger him. Even without directly asking it was blatantly clear. The fact that she couldn't just come out and ask actually made him question if he DID trust her…

and yet…

Sharing several near-death experiences, nursing him back to health after he'd been shot in her place followed by him bringing her back in kind, exchanging drinks and passions in all manner of odd places… who could he have done all that with but someone he trusted?

Hearing him say it brought such a bright, sincere smile to her face that even a thinly veiled promise didn't deter her. "Hey, I'm an honest gal; one finger for one finger. Besides, you might end up liking it." Í know I kind of did. "She silently added.

She gave him plenty of time to adjust himself, knowing that this wasn't exactly going to be a spur of the moment thing. With his back to the mast, the blond was slouched just enough to reveal his anus beneath his half-stiff erection. Despite not being the one getting penetrated, Letty couldn't help but be nervous for some reason. Even as she settled into his chest and pressed her modest tits against his rugged pecs, there was no hiding the trembling of her hand.

Maintaining eye contact, the silverette brought her index finger to his backdoor. The tip went in with some physical protest, but nothing out of his lips. With a small smile that he thankfully returned, she persisted, pushing up to her second knuckle. Rather than asking him how he felt, Letty elected to take a different approach to gauge his continued interest.

Without breaking eye contact, the veteran traveler leaned forward to place a surprisingly tender kiss on his lips. If he was at all concerned of her intentions, it wasn't enough to bid pause. As she felt him lean in, the silverette pressed further, burying her finger up to the base in his rectum. Link broke their lip lock long enough to hiss at the sensation.

While her slimmer fingers probably played a role in making this less uncomfortable, the amnesiac simply couldn't say he found this particularly pleasing. The pain was thankfully not as severe as she'd made it seem, but there was nothing to be found of actually enjoying the sensation…. At least until her nail accidentally grazed a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves, setting off a chain reaction that neither could've expected.

It wasn't the fact that his ass had clenched so tight she'd humor the idea her damn finger broke, but rather it was the practical GALLONS of cum that overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. Over the past few days, she'd seen his ejaculation more times than she cared to count. While some where larger than others, there was no denying that with enough time and buildup the man could shoot like a damn cannon. But the BLASTS that came out of his dick as she stimulated his prostate were enough to make her question everything that she thought she knew about the guy.

The silverette didn't even care that her naked tanned body was now drenched in his spunk. On a whim, she scooped up the semen that had pooled into her breasts and brought it to her lips. She wasn't sure if it was all the fish and fruit, but damn it all if his already delectable seed had become INTOXICATING.

Link winced as he felt her pull out her fingers. Without wasting time, she plunged her messy digits into the ocean, letting the salty water clean them. All the while, she used her tongue and unsullied hand to pilfer as much of his ejaculation from her body and bring it to her lips.

Besides the quantity and thickness, it tasted the same as her earlier helping. After swallowing what she had, the silverette cleaned off her stained hand. "Farore's Ass, and I thought your loads were already impressive." She mused as she sucked each individual digit. "Hand me some water, will you?" the silverette asked as the salty treat highlighted how parched her throat had become.

While he handed her a bottle of fresh water, he still didn't respond. "Hey, don't sweat it; we've all got skeletons we want to bury, yeah?" she tried to play it off, not wanting to think that something as simple as getting fingered would shake him THAT much. I mean, this was the guy that wanted to rush a Stalnox for Din's sake! When he had yet to utter a word even after she finished downing her drink, she pressed onward with an attempt to be sympathetic. "Tell you what, we'll just keep this between us, and go on from there. At least now you know what it feels like getting a finger reamed in your ass, right?"

His funk was proving to be a major mood killer, and it wasn't long before her thin patience wore out. "Look, you're a swell guy Link. But you have to be willing to put yourself out there a little more. Don't get me wrong; you've got some pretty impressive equipment and you're not exactly a novice when it comes to pleasing a woman. But you've got to be willing to get a bit freaky; you never know when a horny bitch is going to break out the REAL kinky shit and what are you going to do then?"

"Hey, don't be beating yourself up. Like I said, you at least know that there's more to fucking than just getting yourself off. Just try to keep an open mind and know when to bite the arrow." "Besides, it's not like you just need to roll over and take it; never know when you're going to find someone that gets off on losing control. Just play it be ear and see where the mood takes you."

"Alright enough sap. I seem to recall giving you some lip service just now; care to return the favor?" she asked as she presented her sopping flower for his pleasure. And as he kneeled down and started worshiping her with licks and kisses, her praise was soon realized…

He muttered his disappointment as her bikini top once again covered her nipples. He'd quite enjoyed the amount of time he'd spent sucking on her milk-less teats. In kind, she'd been attempting to find more of his weak spots, and had safely pinpointed on his armpits, pecs, and (for some reason) his left calf as egregious spots. Not sensitive enough to make him instantly cum, but bad enough to make him bowl over like he'd been kneed in the groin.

"So you know where you're weakest now, right? It's up to you to decide how you're going to deal with that. Who knows; maybe you'll end up liking letting someone else take the reins for the night." She lectured as she rolled up her gloves. While his grunt seemed to appease her, deep down he couldn't help but scoff at her 'advice'.

Letting someone else get the upper hand? What a ridiculous notion. Such thinking would've gotten him killed ten times over before he'd even gotten off the damn Plateau. While he'd admit that the silverette had proven to be quite an enjoyable companion, and had even had some genuinely good advice… well, no one was right all the time.

'Let someone else take charge? Like hell I'm going to do that…'