Living Under A Loaded Gun

Man, she was awfully unperturbed by his suggestion of murder. The thought delighted him. No small part of him wondered how serious she was; could he send her after someone and get results? The thought was intriguing. Normally he wouldn't have thought much about her comment, but her expression had him entertaining thoughts of seriousness. Jupiter harrumphed, then said jokingly, "Lemme think about it and get back to ya. I'm sure there's someone out there in need of killin'."

Nuada reached out suddenly and ran her nose across his chest, causing him to shiver. His knee jerk reaction was to drop his head to hers and attempt to brush his lips across the top of her muzzle. That was what she was looking for, right? The only time anyone ever took these sorts of liberties with another person was when they wanted to get a bit, shall we say, cozier. Jupiter, being Jupiter, was instantly and unquestioningly game.

His voice softer this time but no less teasing, he replied, "Little bit of luck, whole lot of effort." He studied her face, trying to gauge where her head was at. "Fight you some bears and haul a heavy ass cart across Boreas and you too can look like this."