"So does that mean I will have to get you drunk so you'll take yours out and thump it on the table?" That sentence had a story behind it. Not one to be told just then, unless he asked. But the thought kept the smile on her face. As did his massaging fingers, her lashes dropped as they worked in her calf.
"Bloodshed is not something you think about in the moment. It is simply a product of fighting hard for something you believe in. Be it love, or just the glory of battle. I do not doubt when the time comes that you will shed your share for something worthy."