Liadov opened his eyes, centering them on Oleksei.
Surprised, distracted from his own private injury.
Something ineffable fluttered to the surface of his mind at the thug's vigorous words, something significant that beckoned to be caught and held; the flirtatious ripple of a deep pond.
"You want to hurt me, zek?" he asked, softly, darkly. "Is that what you came to do?"
His eyes moved lower, seeking the spread neck of Oleksei's shirt, the dishevelled tie looped to one side.
"Looks like you could do it. Strong arms. That chest..."
Nika regarded him dispassionately.
"Honestly, you're more my type than Isaev's. Sometimes I appreciate a man who's a little rough around the edges. You should have met my driver."
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Surprised, distracted from his own private injury.
Something ineffable fluttered to the surface of his mind at the thug's vigorous words, something significant that beckoned to be caught and held; the flirtatious ripple of a deep pond.
"You want to hurt me, zek?" he asked, softly, darkly. "Is that what you came to do?"
His eyes moved lower, seeking the spread neck of Oleksei's shirt, the dishevelled tie looped to one side.
"Looks like you could do it. Strong arms. That chest..."
Nika regarded him dispassionately.
"Honestly, you're more my type than Isaev's. Sometimes I appreciate a man who's a little rough around the edges. You should have met my driver."