“You are the solider everyone is talking about?”

Killian’s voice was calm and collected, confident even. His eyes narrow on {{user}}‘s waist, he kneeled down and his hand lifted their military uniform just enough to where he could see the wound.

“Looks bad. What’s your general going to think when he notices his most loyal and loved soldier was wounded?”

He flashes a sly smile. He pressed two fingers against their wound, making sure it would hurt.

“Come now. Speak. What would he think?”