The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

“I did” he agreed coolly, though that victory warmed his stomach. Or was that the alcohol? It had been a long time since he had had a drink. It seemed to be affecting more than usual. Strong stuff, and a long time between. Throw in a little excitement and blood loss, perhaps not the greatest mix.

Her voice was bolder, and was that a hint of life he could see in the corners of her eyes, the crease of her smirk? He reached a paw out to touch her muzzle, and missed by a mile. He almost knocked over the bottle instead. Spilling some over the size as he hastily caught it. “Good ‘stuff. Stole it from a man I killed. The first man ‘tah have his way with me.” He saluted her with his glass as he said it. Spilling the recently filled liquid across the table and a smattering into his fur. “‘S’ad I’d open it the day I proved I could go somewhere.” When he had the strength to gain and hold something.

"Speech"