Yeah well... The finger would survive after a couple of days rest. Nothing major. It wasn't like it was broken or anything, <"Fine, fine, y'big baby."> Really, he was a terribly big baby if he was going to whine over one swelled eye. He'd had worse. They'd both had worse. She'd had a couple of capped teeth from worse. <"Oh, you're too good to me. You know how I loooove destruction,"> she said it far too seductively for their own good considering they were trying to set up a war meeting.
Still, she pressed into the offered kiss, moaning softly because he always brought those sounds out of her. It was like he had some sort of magical touch. A magical touch that sent pulses of desire and pleasure into her every being with the simplest touch. Damn him. <"And I you,"> she responded automatically and breathless, <"Sweet Man of Battle.">