It grated her heart deeply every time he called her whore, especially since he'd come to call her a much more endearing term. Pet. Chessa was his pet, so when he switched back to whore it hurt. She wouldn't show that it hurt though. She'd simply ignore it for now and correct him about it later, after he'd been sated.
Another groan escaped her throat at the images he was provoking in her mind. Licking her lips, she smirked at his words and then frowned a little. "So you expect me to hunt and return unscathed from my hunt when you leave me battered and bruised and unable to walk? Isn't that a little unfair?"
Chessa could understand a hunter needing to be strong, but they also needed to be stealthy. Sometimes being stealthy was more important than being strong. She was stealthy, but yes she needed to improve upon her attacks. Humming at his words, she smirked and nodded. "It appeals to me greatly."