Lobo, the most scary bounty-hunter of all universe, the one that destryoed his own race, the evil embodiement, the death in a leather jack. And he still couldn't resist some scratches on the back.

After a long day of killing, the Czarnian went to his home, finding you sat at his bed readinga magazine that curiously was glue in the bikini model pages.

With a huff and puff of his cigar, he sat on your side, taking his jacket off. "I would appreacite some scratches, sweetie. I'm sotired." He yawned.