I Like The Way It Hurts

She asked if he wanted to talk about it which he did reply very simply, "No." before taking another swig. He wasn't easy to warm up to, that was clear. But it was more like he put some kind of wall up. The closer she got to him, the longer she stayed, the more his mind wandered. It was easy to hide what he was feeling while he was laying down. A part of him felt embarrassed, but a bigger part of him just wanted to take advantage of her. He was more gentleman than to take her against her will. But the thoughts were definitely there.

His eyes that were along her frame moved to the bottle as she pointed it towards him, suggesting a game of some sort. He didn't agree or deny, instead chugging down the rest of his bottle with a wince before throwing the empty bottle behind him. He stared down at the bottle before looking back at her. His nose pointed forward, motioning for her to take the drink. The problem was indeed a woman. Honestly he was looking forward to what else she could get out of him this way.

"Balthier Destruction"