She kept slashing him with that invisible knife to the neck. Theseus clicked his tongue. "Tsk, tsk. You keep cutting me down, princess." He folded his arms behind his head, settling down finally, bed squeaks and all. "Eventually, eventually, your walls will crack." He gave her a good once over. She wasn't like most women, maybe because she was the woman as far as desire went. There was nothing else, he'd never encountered anything like her before. It was tasty, it was new, it was curious.
"Nighty night, sweetheart. Tell me in the morning if your dreams were of me." He threw her a wink and flicked off the nightstand light.