No, no mythological debates. His mental capacity was quickly becoming beyond anything that intellectual.
He growled in pleasure as her nails raked down his arms and chest. He actually felt the jolt in his groin at the sensation, as if he weren't already painfully fucking stiff and throbbing as it was.
Cath wasn't even close to being fully disarmed. He still had his knife strapped between his shoulder blades and a gun strapped to his shin. Which he hadn't planned on removing either, except Mae had changed things up a bit on him.
He growled again as she stripped slowly. Where she was hiding one of her knives was fucking indecent. Actually, in the state he was in, both of them were indecently placed. And giving him ideas. He shrugged off his knife sheath and tossed it aside, dropping to his knees in front of her.
She wanted to tease, then? Two could play that bloody game.
Grabbing her hips a bit roughly, Cath dragged Mae to him. Lifting her leg up a bit, he licked her leg along the knife sheath, nipping her skin sharply before unfastening it and tossing it aside.
Then he shifted up and began trailing his tongue around just below the indecently placed holster, nipping at her skin as he went.