[ That does feel bloody fantastic and he never was one who could really concentrate well on words with a beautiful woman on top of him. There's another noise of appreciation and he rocks his hips against her ever so slightly. Such a good woman. She better have a thing for bloodshed or this could go sour really quickly. ]
I was there during the Boxer Rebellion... turn of the century. That's where I finally tracked down my first Slayer. Pretty lit'le thing, like a porcelain doll... I hunted her into an abandoned temple during the riots.