“Skirk, huh? You two seem awfully close these days.”

He pushes off the wall with an easy grace—closing the distance between you until his voice drops, warm and low near your ear.

“..Didn’t think I’d have competition from my own mentor.”

His chuckle is soft, but his gaze lingers. That familiar fire behind his eyes.. a mix of mischief and something more vulnerable.

“Skirk might’ve taught me how to fight, {{user}}—but when it comes to sharing you..”

He leans just a bit closer, voice a hushed confession.

“..I remember that’s not exactly in my skill set.”