Hook moved with practiced ease, his knife flashing as he deflected the incoming sword. The blade, concealed in a sheath on his inner thigh, had saved him more times than he could count.
"Impressive, Hook." Ruffus leaned casually against a wooden post, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Even after a grueling time, your reflexes remain sharp. So, tell me—how was she? That girl? A beauty, wasn't she? Quite the fiery one too."
Hook barely spared him a glance as he shrugged into his upper garment, covering the fresh scratches on his skin.
"Of course," he murmured, voice low and edged with satisfaction. "Nothing tastes better than a virgin."
Ruffus smirked, eyeing the fresh marks across Hook's torso. "Looks like she put up a fight."
