Urudal watched that motion where Ilion put his hand on his hip and shifted his weight.  It made him lick his lips.   He wanted to make comments about the cat being in his lap, but he decided to push them away.  However, he could not push away the hungry devious smirk that settled upon his face.<br/><br/>He chuckled again, “oh yes. Shit park job. I do not think she will be functional again.  Maybe yours, if we can pull the Lily out of it.”   Some thoughts of penetration went through his mind. Clearly it had been too long or the near death experience or maybe the hunt had his blood pumping to all the wrong places.   “I did come out on top.”  He snorted.	The smaller ship had been quite litterally on top, stuck inside the bottom one.   Now, the poor Lily was wilted and almost torn in two, well three.<br/><br/>“Truce. We shake.  I come up.” Again the thoughts of fucking rolled through his head.  Urudal liked pretty things, delicate things, dangerous things. It seemed the Lion was all of the above.  He might have murmured something about fucking him over, but it wasn’t in the way Ilion was thinking.   Good thing they were quite the distance apart and the Lion wasn’t able to hear that.<br/><br/>Urudal started climbing the side of the ship up to Ilion. It put him in quite a vulnerable state for Ilion could just lean over and shoot him.   Urudal was graceful despite his size. It seemed he was built for scaling mountains and did not even struggle as he ascended the metallic wall.<br/><br/>He had grown up mountain climbing and hunting in the forests, swimming in lakes and playing in waterfalls.  As he got closer, he wondered if there were lakes near by. It had been so long since he had enjoyed a swim in something natural. He wondered what kind of beasts there were here to hunt.  Real fresh meat would be delicious.  Almost as delicious as eating up the Lion...<br/><br/>He put one massive hand on the ship by Ilion’s feet and looked up a moment, before he hauled himself up to his feet.  He towered over the other man.  It was clear now, if it hadn’t been before he got beat up pretty well in the crash landing.<br/><br/>His pant leg was soaked in blood, which he didn’t even seem to notice, so perhaps not too deep.  He had a deep purplish bruise on his side and another on his shoulder, some minor scrapes and cuts around his bare arms.  And a shallow, but long gash down the side of his cheek.  He thrust out his hand, “Truce. No unwanted Fucking over.”