Saga smiled as he responded in exactly the way she’d expected him to. He was a man with a hard on for violence, and for many other things. He was at his most fun when he was like this, a pit bull with his muzzle off. He was her pitbull though, either for the treats he got for good behaviour or simply because he respected the amount of power she held in this part of the world.
“I’m making it difficult because you prefer it that way Savage, and you know you do darling. If I give you too much room to play you have too much fun, and things get too messy. I don’t have time to tidy up after you right now” Saga replied.
“Keep within the boundries, no killing, consider it their Christmas present, and if you come back with eighty percent of my tithes...I’ll let you pick your own Christmas gift.” Saga half smiled