"You do, do you?" Tuck asked, his smile turning impish. Oh yes. Yes, this was a very good idea. Except their darling little dog was likely to get in the way. "Just a second," Tuck leaned the staff up against the wall of the parsonage and then he leaned down to ruffle Flora's fur. "I'm about to kick Will's arse, sweetheart. You shouldn't see this. Go to bed, love!" he said, and Flora obediently headed off to her little bed in the kitchen, her claws clicking on the floor.
Tuck grabbed his staff and spun it back into his hands. "Alright then, youth. Come at me." He was so looking forward to sparring, he had barely noticed Will was now topless too. He did a little, he wasn't blind.