"No, not uncomfortable. Flattered, sir. I'm very flattered by your words." Hunter's tusks dug into his upper lip as he smiled, and I rose up from the chaise, holding him in place by that tiny anchor of my hand on his wrist. I stepped forward, and he huffed softly before taking a deep breath. I was tired and still sore, but this orc was so charmingly earnest that I thought I might suffer a longer night for his sake.
