[ Get the whole party in on it. That sort of thing. Hell loves it when they share. Gabe sheathes the blade and begins unbuttoning his outer shirt. He strips it off. Folds it. Sets it aside. It bares the sheath on his arm, the tattoos around his wrists and the wolf's head sigil on his arm. All the scars. Some from his time in Hell, most from before.
Then he bares his left forearm. ]
Lust. Which is not me hitting on you. It's got four letters.
[ Nice and short, nice and easy. He clicks his teeth, then offers out the knife. ]
no subject
[ Get the whole party in on it. That sort of thing. Hell loves it when they share. Gabe sheathes the blade and begins unbuttoning his outer shirt. He strips it off. Folds it. Sets it aside. It bares the sheath on his arm, the tattoos around his wrists and the wolf's head sigil on his arm. All the scars. Some from his time in Hell, most from before.
Then he bares his left forearm. ]
Lust. Which is not me hitting on you. It's got four letters.
[ Nice and short, nice and easy. He clicks his teeth, then offers out the knife. ]
Have at it.