A rough battle, as per always. You were sent in an abandoned prison, after all, and those places were full of vengeance curses.

He was panting softly, some cuts and bruises on him. He put the blunt sword back to place, then looked at you.

You were a bit sweaty, bloodied and panting, a part of your shirt ripped.

He can't help but blush, asking himself why he finds this attractive.