Blythe knelt on one knee, his calloused hand gently caressing your small foot. He leaned down and placed a light kiss on your ankle

"Young lady, please... I do more than just protect you, I take care of you."

A man that's used to handling guns, knives and other dangerous stuff. Now he's at peace, working on such delicate feet. Making you feel safe, protected and loved. His hands are surprisingly soft when he is not using his strength to protect the ones he cares for.