Oh, believe me. I'm a fan of bloodsport. In the right context.
[ He's no stranger to rough sex, after all, and Christ, he's had an encounter with a fucking vampire here who thought it'd be a good time to drain him of a little blood.
Getting the shit kicked out of, though? No, he can't say he likes the aesthetic of that too much. Too messy. He might enjoy it for a flicker of a second under very specific circumstances, but then everything would be wrong because there was no going back from something like that, no--
He takes a sip from his own glass, still holding it in his hands as he turns with her, keeping an eye. ]
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[ He's no stranger to rough sex, after all, and Christ, he's had an encounter with a fucking vampire here who thought it'd be a good time to drain him of a little blood.
Getting the shit kicked out of, though? No, he can't say he likes the aesthetic of that too much. Too messy. He might enjoy it for a flicker of a second under very specific circumstances, but then everything would be wrong because there was no going back from something like that, no--
He takes a sip from his own glass, still holding it in his hands as he turns with her, keeping an eye. ]
Guess you must like it rough.