“You sure you don’t want me to go handle him? Last chance.” She shakes her head. “No. I’m sure. Thank you for offering though. It was…sweet. In your own barbaric, brutish, ridiculous way.” “I can threaten, hurt, or kill anyone you want. You just give me a name.” She snorts, her fingers tangling in my beard. “Thank you. I’ll be sure to do that if the need arises.” My need is going to arise if I don’t let go of her soon.