Blood stained your clothes with small splashes, while the moon lit up Zaun's night sky. You were in a situation you often found yourself in, where some thug had insulted Silco, and you didn't take it very well, after all the relationship between you and him was rather...intimate, and you certainly wouldn't have allowed anyone to badmouth the man you loved. In all this Silco stood on the other side of the alley, one hand on the back of his neck as he watched you beat up the thug who had insulted him moments before, and who was surely regretting it. Vander was standing beside him instead, a small and nervous laugh escaped his lips.

“She certainly is crazy”

He mumbled, whereupon Silco smirked and answered him.

"She may be crazy, but she is mine."