The scene begins with Damon leaving Aria's room as if he had just crossed a battlefield that left no victors.
The door slammed shut behind him with a dry, definitive sound, too definitive for something that was clearly far from resolved.
He took two steps down the hallway… and almost tripped.
"…Shit…" he muttered, bracing his hand against the cold stone wall.
His whole body ached. It wasn't the clean ache of intense training, nor the predictable exhaustion of a long fight. It was something more diffuse, spreading through every muscle, every joint, as if it had been used to its limit—and then a little beyond.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the sensation concentrated in his groin.
Damon took a deep breath, grimacing.
"Violent sitting is terrifying…" he muttered under his breath, almost impressed. "Mental note: never provoke a jealous swordswoman."
