As much as he doesn't want to step away, he's got some straps to undo and armour to get rid of. With one last nip to her neck and gentle squeeze of her breast, Eskel shifts back, grinning. He's already undoing the strap for his sword sheathes as he does, eager to get back to Angela. Once his weapons are set aside with care, his layers of armour are quick to go next. The habit of experience makes it easy at this point.

Soon enough, he's bare from the waist up, showing off inhumanly-toned muscle and the nasty scars that interrupt his body hair. Most of the scars are shredded claw marks, though bites and stabs are present, too. His cock has begun filling and pressing against his trousers.

A part of him looks almost apologetic - he's lived long enough with people calling him an ugly freak that it's become his truth. His facial scar is the gnarled cherry on top. But, he and Angela have made it this far. It is what it is, and if she still wants him, she can have him.

((looks like we're making some decent progress with James' thread, might not need to ask the mods after all? :D hell I could probably turn it in as an incomplete square now. ooh yes I'll try to dig some good fics up for you! and also write some myself lol.))