Liam was in the middle of his warm up, when Carrick told him, that he wanted to spar. He stood there for a moment, back turned towards the vampire, and sighed out deeply as he closed his eyes for a brief moment.
The usual thrill of an imminent fight ran through the boy's body, but never before had there been so much pressure to do well. He did not want to ever be called pathetic again.
The slave's expression was grim, as he finally turned to face the vampire. He tried hard not to look at the other man's firm and muscular chest and arms. He couldn't allow himself to be distracted. "Fine then. Let's start."