you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

It would be obvious to anyone watching from the outside that Vesper was ready to go back to bed. Being this close to her, Wilder could see it written clearly in her eyes. Even if she refused to show the true emotion lingering underneath, Wilder wasn't that stupid. His own shoulders had been torn up and the muscles beneath were feeling sore. If he was feeling the repercussions of his injuries, surely she would be feeling hers more than he was feeling his.

He does play along with the game though. Better to keep acting the fool than to reveal every card in his paw. "I'll do whatever ya want for a day," Wilder replies suddenly after a few seconds of thoughtful silence. His gaze moves down to her, wondering what her reaction would be. "But if I win, ya gotta let me get ya back to bed. Deal?" A brow raised knowing that her end of the bargain would be a far better prize than his own.

WILDER