I have, I suppose, come entirely to the conclusion that for all my success in the realm of women- I may never actually understand them, at least, not entirely. Sure I understand what they like, I know how to make them smile, laugh...scream, whatever really needs to be done in the moment- but as for the reasons behind half the things they do? I truly have no idea, even despite my supposedly clever mind and rather exceptional powers of observation, the blue gold of my gaze hardly missing the way Kat attempted to make her arm look far less, well, I don't know...bent? I'm hardly a doctor, truthfully I have no idea why her arm looks like that and yet after several years of appreciating the feminine form I am entirely assured that is not really an angle it should be at- hence my suggestion of the hospital although truly I had every intention of merely waiting in the car. Needles never have been my thing and I really see no need to lie unconscious in the hallway. I'd only be in the way of all the nurses like that. What? I'm entirely manly enough to admit my somewhat irrational fear of small pointed objects, the very thought of which threatens to undo me here and now, returning my attention instead entirely to the woman before me whom seemed to have taken it upon herself to return my banter with her own car-themed analogy that earned her something of a snort despite the garn that tugged momentarily at my lip in appreciation of her humour.

"My natural born powers seem entirely inclined to tell me I should stay at home, in bed, with as many women as I can apparently entice to share it with me. Though maybe your right, maybe I should engage in my abilities more."

Surely Kat, you should know by now you are hardly going to beat me in any form of verbal dual? One eye lifted in a subtle tease before I simply let it pass, like I said, serious conversations never really have been my thing even though I am entirely sure- one day this....argument over hunting we both seem to be avoiding is going to become rather unavoidable and truly it is not an argument I look forward to having any time soon. Maybe Kat was right, maybe it was easier if we simply stayed...whatever the hell we are rather then any formal relationship. I pushed the thoughts aside again at her comment, my own eyes rolling slightly now at her further attempts at humour. Maybe I had been rather unceremoniously tossed into a dumpster, yet as I recall she had hardly done any better, the challenge within her voice hardly unnoticed.

"Because you did such a splendid job yourself."

Well- she had done a damn better job then I had, like I said, fighting is truly not my talent and probably never will be. Kat is good at it, it is what she does and yet at the same time I fail to see why it has to be. Surely there is...something else she could do? In fact, I can think of rather a number of things I'd like to do, stepping easily closer to the woman, so readily enjoying the way her breath hitches within her throat and the laughter she cannot quite seem to force. I know entirely what I do to her, after all, I am hardly immune to her myself and yet she seems to perfectly content to continue to deny it- and me, though I hardly know why. As far as I'm concerned it merely pays to remind her, just a little, of exactly what she feels- and yet hardly to much, oh no, that would be cheating, just a little stirring of...heat here and there. I smirked easily, chuckle humming within my chest before I moved to lean back against the wall- offering Kat a moment to gather her thoughts again before she managed to derail my own entirely at the mention of her arm, features rapidly contorting into a frown. She wanted me to fix her arm?

"Darling I am not entirely sure I am the best person for that, to be honest I have no idea what's wrong with your arm aside from the fact it seems to be at an angle. I suppose I can google it...."

One hand moved to fish the phone from my pocket once more, the screen easily lighting up in the gloom although really what was I supposed to type in? How to fix a....poorly angled arm? Hmm, apparently that is a thing, although Kat's arm hardly looks quite as bad as this. I moved to allow my gaze to flicker up from the screen, on to her arm and back down again, searching for an image that actually resembled this type of injury, flinching slightly at the evident method of solving it when I finally found a picture that looked much the same as Kat's injury.

"I am not entirely sure I'm qualified to put your shoulder back into place, the first step is already outside my reach, it says to remain calm- I'm not really all that calm to be honest."

Well, it may not have been my best excuse for not wanting to accidently...hurt her but it was going to have to work. I had no idea how to fix her injury much less any inclination to try, what if I did it wrong? What if she is permanently disfigured by my rather poor doctoring skills? This I think, is entirely why and over-active mind is hardly the most useful tool in a crisis. Her teeth pressing into the soft pillow of her lower lip however served as a rather a distraction from anything else, so much so that I was rather forced to re-adjust my position against the wall in some manner of discomfort at having her so very close, thankful I suppose, that these are not overly tight jeans and that certain indications of just how much her closeness affects me remains rather hidden still. Her frame suddenly leaning closer to my own was rather rapidly destroying my own resolve, loathing the woman entirely for her ability to take control of the very game I was playing at yet, to have a woman as entirely capable as Kat taking it up is hardly something to complain about now is it? Really though, I have no idea why she chooses to play this game of temptation, a smirk of sorts lingering briefly upon my features once more before I moved to return my attention to the phone.

"Step two however, I am entirely inclined to provide since you so seem to desire my help. Remove obstructing clothing. I think I can manage that."

I turned the phone briefly towards her, as if to prove that the website clearly did state such a thing before returning it easily enough to my pocket. She did want my help after all and really, who would I be to deny her that? Long fingers moved to easily catch the rim of her shirt, briefly grazing against the silken, warm flesh beneath that so seemed imprinted in my memory, Kat by far one of my more exceptional conquests and yet I was entirely unsatisfied with the single exploration of her body I'd been allowed. I also had no belief this shirt was coming off over her head with her arm in such a condtion, my free hand moving to brush against her hip, reaching for one of the many knives I knew well enough she kept. Really, it was a shame to ruin such a nice shirt and yet the burn marks were hardly ever going to come out, let alone the fact this is hardly her colour. The flick knife was easy enough to work, my hands evidently rather skilled with a blade when I decided to actually make the effort, rather suddenly slicing it upwards to so perfectly part the shirt right down the centre and expose the rather nice bra she had underneath as my lips quirked upward in a smirk once more, easy drifting lazily back to her own as a single finger moved to trail lightly over her stomach and upward to catch the rim the bra.

"Hmmmm, sadly I don't think this counts as obstructing to your shoulder, although really I find it entirely obstructive don't you?"

I merely paused now, almost begging her, truly to actually let me play with the knife a little more. Really I fail to see why she shouldn't be thrilled. I was finally taking an interest in weapons. Then again I suppose her shoulder does require attention, although why we can't mix a little pain and pleasure I hardly know....



k o h l
so you want to play with magic?