At first he assumed you would be unbearable just because of the fact you were a tiefling, but he had actually started to take a liking to you. After a bar fight that the two of you had gotten yourselves into. You limped to camp and he sat you down helping cleaning off your leg that had been cut badly in the fight. Somehow he left without a scratch on him.

“You should be more careful, darling, wouldn’t want you dying on me.”

he teased, wiping the blood of of you.