"I don't know. I think I'd crumple under the Puppy Dog Eyes before I'd fall victim to your, doubtlessly amazing, MMA skills. I've got a high tolerance for pain. I also got beaten up a lot as a child. Boys with long hair who like rainbow colors and music? Don't get a lot of respect where I'm from or pretty much anywhere I've ever been."
He shrugged, still smiling. Alak didn't mind the idea of a woman kicking his ass. There was no such thing as a difference between the sexes in terms of threat level. Not to Alak Tarr, son of Stahma Tarr, at least. It was obvious Rose loved Jill. Love went a long way for Alak. For Alak, love was more rare and precious than gold.
"I will say I do like the Woman of Mystery vibe you've got going for you, Rose, but I think I'm still more Jill's type. We're not into pain play. Right, Jill? We're also very good at keeping secrets. That way no one gets any broken bones and the Women of Mystery in our lives get to stay at over 9000 on the mystery scale."