“Too bad you don’t have an electric razor. It’d be easier to just shave it all off,” he said leaning back in her arms with a soft sigh. Her scent enveloped him, wrapping him in good memories. There were more bad than good but her scent usually wasn’t associated with them. She smelled of home, of Olympus and a life that was long since dead and gone never to return again even before this mortal form was imposed on him.
Incredibly, his shaking died down, his hunger abated, the aches and pains were there but dulled and distant. He felt like he was on another drug one where he felt relaxed and content instead of jittery, hopped up or hallucinatory. “What’s your first name now, Dr. Washington?” he asked between his teeth so he wouldn’t move his jaw too much and risk her cutting him.