The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

And then it was over, and he collapsed beside her, utterly spent and exhausted. His heart hammered furiously in his chest, so much so that he did not think he would be able to sleep, but exhaustion pulled at him far more quickly than expected. Lying beside her, his eyes slipped closed before he could so much as answer her question. Weary from the coupling, and more carefree than he usually was.

It did not matter if she sniffed her teacup, bonded with her bird, or snooped around. She could not leave, and that was all that mattered. She would find no evidence that what he said was anything but the truth. Head buried in his bedding, he let sleep claim his weary body.

"Speech"