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[To call it a totally satisfying evening he'll need a cigarette, just to get that certain finishing taste. Right now though, there's the aftertaste of sweat and blood washing around his mouth as he runs his tongue over his bruised lower lip. His grin lingers.
It's nice when they're not just docile little lambs.] Think anybody'll notice?
[He's got his fingertips on what feels like the welt of a scratch on his neck, and he raises his eyebrows. Hair having fallen loose, he brushes it back off of his shoulder and his amusement fades with a shrug.]