The rumble of his laugh could be felt in his chest. "Fatal?!" He was amused by how quickly Ilion could tease him back.  He feigned shock when Ilion said that he was no longer good for anything but harvesting.  His features still head a devious smirk.<br/><br/>Urudal raised a brown when the scalpel was produced and held so close to his sternum.  Those massive fingers tightened around the hand that was pressed to his chest.  At first, the large man was not so sure where this was going.  Those dark rusty eyes stayed fixed on Ilion's features as the blade sank lower and he kept very still because he did not want to accidentally make it worse. Urudal's lips parted as his sex twitched at the proximity of Ilion's hand.  He couldn't deny that he wanted to feel Ilion's touch.<br/><br/>There was something about the danger in the moment that made Urudal want to just grab Ilion and pin him down, bite his shoulder,  or neck or anywhere really, and make him cry out.  It was a baser need to show dominance that he simply couldn't help.  Every passing moment the attraction grew.  "Aye.  Think you might have heart already."  He snorted a soft amused sound, "or perhaps think with that. Can't tell."