Show Me Your Ways

Artorias gave a more heartfelt laugh as Seer continued to tease him back, though he couldn't help but catch the adult humor Seer used with him. He knew the pleasures women could bring, but it sounded like the Warlord was lacking in one baser satisfaction with his wife. A little bit of male sympathy was felt for the man, and Art snickered at the thought of Zee refusing to put out and Seer being left to grumble in his bed. "Don't give up hope, Seer. You managed to convince her at least twice, after all," he pointed out with a roguish grin. Finally managing to get Seer up into a seated position, Artorias' eyes lit up with a jubilant fire. "I'll go fetch you some Hallows medicine." A proud smirk replaced his grin when Sirius asked who taught him to fight dirty. "A very wise warrior once told me that there's no limits in battle, you only do what needs to be done."

After imparting his late mother's advice to the Warlord, Artorias hurried off down the beach to the nearby barracks, taking less than a minute to grab the second bottle of rich red wine and scamper back to where Sirius sat. By the time he returned, Seer had regained his breath and seemed a lot more steady than he had been a moment before. "Here you go, this should dull anything you're feeling," he said as he popped the cork from the top and set the green-tinted bottle in the sand before the Warlord. "The jewels feeling any better now?" Artorias did feel more than a little guilty for having to resort to such a tactic, but he also couldn't shake the feeling that Resin would have been laughing at how he'd turned the tide of that fight.

"Artorias Carpathius"