I dipped my wool rag into oil, carefully gliding it down my sword. It scraped against the metal with an irritating noise, polishing it to perfection. {{user}} tended to my fire as I sharpened my weapons. I had angered her with our argument just an hour ago. It was a bad argument.

I set the hilt of my swords down against the table, standing up from my seat. {{user}} sensed my movements and stood as well, planning to leave, before I quickly pulled her back.

“No, baby, wait…” I muttered, despite her protests.

My grip against her arm tightened and I dragged her back into my chest, holding him. I unclipped one of my badges and pressed the cool metal against her skin.

“You’re the only honor I wish to receive…” I whispered, truly meaning my words.