What a cat and mouse game the pair of them played. Wrestling around the idea of them doing what they both wanted, but not wanting to admit it themselves, and waiting for the other to give in and demand it. This was always something Savage enjoyed.
"You always work far to hard, darlin'." Savage started with, but then continued. "You need to relax and let me take care of your worries from time to time." That could be taken in a number of fashions, but Savage wouldn't admit any of them. Savage was violent, and brutal, but there was one thing he prided himself with. He wasn't stupid. Savage wasn't one to just kill the womenfolk, or even hit them. Mac was another story, she was warned, and she was given many chances to back off... she just needed a good asskicking to know that she wasn't allowed to throw her weight like she did. Especially with him.
He was Saga's attack dog. Her's alone, and he wouldn't dare be foolish to bite the hand that fed him. Just maybe her neck a little...