Watching her try to stand, he almost didn't have time to react before she fell to the ground right in front of him. He was off the couch, helping her up from the ground. "Dove, let me help you, jesus. Last thing we need is you hitting your head again." His concern was palpable at this point, but he helped her up none the less. Standing up again, with her yet again cradled in his arms, he realized just how flushed she was. The color in her face was, well, it definitely caught his attention to say the least. He'd always been a sucker for that pinch of innocence. "I might as well just stick around you and I won't have to worry about hitting the gyms to stay in shape," he said with a light chuckle.<br/><br/>"Quick, can you bring up that picture on your computer?" she asked, her face still the rosy pink hue. Figuring it'd be easier on her, as well as more spacious, he decided to take her to her room.<br/><br/>"Want to take this to the bedroom first," he asked innocently before realizing what he'd said. "For your comfort, because of your legs, not anything..." Letting himself trail off, he made a small face, his face showing his obvious embarrassment at the simple blunder. He hurriedly then tried to explain himself, "So you can lay down and look at the computer."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>An Bo saw him reaching for his sword, and he managed to back up from the first few swings. He bumped into the table, and managed to move out of the way of a down swing, easily cutting a thick chunk of the table, parchment flying everywhere. Jumping out of the way again, the blade managed to catch him, even just a bit. The pain of it seared across his chest, down his front side, the red already staining his shirt, the thin line of blood stinging.<br/><br/>"You fucking madman, savagery isn't going to help either of us here!"<br/><br/>Pushing things between them, he clutched his chest, trying to gain some stable footing before Lengxie launched his next attack. He was destroying his living space more every second, but the wolf seemed relentless. An Bo could hardly dodge, let alone try to attack back.<br/><br/>"I do love her, with my whole being. But unlike you,<i>prince, </i>I have to have control!" he spit, knowing about his bouts of madness. He grabbed the closest thing resembling a club, and grabbing it with both hands, he swung as hard as he could. It managed to connect, and even though for him it was a good blow, it did little to faze the man, who only seemed to get angrier.