Lucas asked, "Don't you think I'm impressive?"
"Fine, you're impressive, you're the most capable, alright?" Elena answered. She could not be bothered to entertain his need to have his ego fed. She stared at his arm muscles which were toned and defined. His figure was comparable to that of a Greek god.
Lucas chuckled softly and watched her undress his wounds with tender care.
"Does your wound still hurt today?" Elena asked, staring at the grotesque wound on his arm. She still felt sorry for him even though the wound was much less severe than before.
"My wound has already healed a lot, thanks to your meticulous care. It doesn't hurt anymore," he answered. In fact, he was telling the truth, for all the nourishing soups and tonics that she had been feeding him every day had really worked wonders and catalyzed his recovery.
