"What?"
"Come on, you wish to punch me. I'll give you one chance."
Is he really telling me to slug me? "Are you seriously telling me to slug you?"
"Slug me, punch me, hit me, blow me. Whichever you wish to call it. I'll allow you one shot at my royal face." He nods.
"What's the catch?"
"The catch?"
"Yeah, why will you allow me punch you? What are you trying to do, or gain? You're going to dodge at the very last minute and then take the chance to pull me into your arms and grope me, right!" He's amused. Desperately so. The upward curve at the corner of his lips shows it. The teasing rise of his brows, the extra glint in those intriguing eyes, tells it all. And yes, I do have to admit now, I sincerely find his eyes intriguing. His, are the eyes of a murderer, a tyrant, an evil person, and yet… Intriguing they are.
"There's no catch," he finally speaks, "do you wish to punch me or not?" He asks, turning his cheek to me.
How inviting.
