Tw: body horror
Cy shrugged, because he was gonna do this whatever Cin's reaction had been, but it would have been nice if she hadn't been such a bitch about it. Cy hated it when women didn't show him respect. Or when they swore, or when they were loud or mouthy, or had messy hair or where anything but sweet and feminine. Nothing made him harder than fluttering lashes and tear filled eyes. Cin was the fucking opposite of everything he wanted in a woman.
He dug into his pocket, the inside of it sandy, his fingers hunting out the teeth he'd scooped up out of the bloody sand earlier, unable to help himself stealing some sort of trophy. He held his hand over Cin and dropped the teeth down onto the curves of her chest, watching in amusement as one of the ones with a really good root still attached bounced cheerfully off her tit.