Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150912153321/@comment-5543592-20150915013330

Pierre pulled the cover over them, pulling Kate a litte closer, and rubbed a hand down his face, feeling a little disgusted with himself.

He glanced down at Kate, having plenty of time to admire her features now that she was asleep. Yes, she was beautiful. And she had certainly known what to say to get his attention. That last fire bit had done him in. But... he didn't know. After the moment with Cat not a day earlier, this left him feeling pt out.

Cat had responded without tenderness at first, which Pierre had always, er, appreciated, yet had expected herself. If treated right she would need him. Which is what Pierre wanted, wasn't it? To be needed.

Ugh, what was he doing to himself? Thsi whole line of thought was ridiculous. He killed people for money. No one ever had given two shits about what he really thought. Why should that change now?

He needed to figure out what his deal was, and he didn't think he'd be doing it naked in a bed roll with this woman he'd just met.