In a lot of ways, Savage was very predictable in his reactions, but the predictable reactions were still in their own right unpredictable. So stating he was a man with a hard on for violence, in his opinion, you were saying it pretty light. The reasoning, why he followed her so obediently was even a true mystery for Savage. He wasn't a leader type, though he was for sure the type to be close to the leading source. A tool for a use, but a valued tool.
"You do know what tickles me so fancy, Saga." Savage almost purred. The woman knew him well. Well this him. The important him. The past him, didn't matter. Those he lost. They were gone, and he had to release himself into his more... savage nature. "But you don't have to tidy up. I don't spill blood in your home." He winked lightly.
Christmas gift? His own? What formed over Savage's face for a smile, was low, was sly, was lustful, and was most of all was very dangerous. "Pick my own Christmas gift?"