[ For a second, he thinks she means to keep him pinned down on the floor like this, and he’s a little too tired to do much about it, if she’s honest. When she finally relents, offering a hand, he takes it and hauls himself to his feet, wincing at the feel of bruises, at the dull throb at his side, making itself known again. ]
I feel like you enjoyed that more than I did. [ A mild sort of complaint, all things considered. ]
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I feel like you enjoyed that more than I did. [ A mild sort of complaint, all things considered. ]