Markus gripped the handle of the blade when it was offered. It was as much instinct as experience. If he lost his blade, had he been told, many a times, then he was without a weapon, which increased the odds of him dying by a lot. Markus recovered a little while Pain talked about him being tough, albeit, with a little more sailor language involved. Then talking about the stuff he got 'down there'. Markus almost jerked up as a response, seeing if she had removed his pants while he had been out cold. But he could feel the fabric against his skin. She had been metaphorical. Markus had tried to give her hell, but she had just been better than him at fighting. He would just have to practice his unarmed more often. But it was hard to concentrate on something like that with the pain from his head coursing through his body. He forced himself up in a sitting position. Ignoring the said pain. Something he had gotten unusually good at from many years of training with his master. "But sometimes, hell is not enough..." He groaned after a little. She reminded him of their deal, which seemed far more sour with the pain involved. But a deal was a deal. "Of course. Just ask away." Markus said pushing himself up so he was standing. He didn't feel like lying or sitting down. He almost stumbled to the ground again, but using his blade as a cane he managed to stay standing. He was going to feel everything that had happened once he had slept for real. It seemed like he would be doing no evening practice. That would probably murder his muscles. Markus just kept his eyes at the water, waiting for her questions. |