Martin looked onwards without a hint of hesitation. He heard her explanation, not paying a great deal of mind to it, keeping his mind set on the task set out in-front of him. " Getting that ruddy collar removed. " He said it aloud, not a response to a question or even a statement, just a small outburst of internal monolouge that had somehow escaped him in a gruff voice. With a girm grip, he tightly held her hand, the action becoming tight as they motioned onwards down the cobblestone street. " We should make haste. " He stopped to say each time she drew extra moment for breath, his focus on the mission at hand, a serious look burned into his brown embers. As she came to whisper into his ear, his head tilted to the side, he didn't seem all that worked up by the promise of a promotion but on the otherhand, the faintest smirk would run its course across his firm lips, making a bold statement. A small bead of sweat ran down the side of his cheek, he had a bad sinking feeling, like a stone working its way down into the pit of his stomach, an odd sensation he just hadn't been able to shake ever since his previous orgasm.<br/><br/>" Oh lig-.. "<br/><br/>He began to stutter, suddenly releasing her hand from his grip, the frieball posing an imminent threat to him and he didn't have much time to defend himself. " There's just been a misunderstanding! " He exclaimed, standing in-front of Nixant, flailing his hands around in a defensive manner as if trying to calm the spellcaster, sweat trickling down his soon to be incinerated face. " Look. Just help us get this ring off and we'll call it quits. There doesn't have to be any trouble here, old man. " He chirped up, gathering a little more courage, narrowing his brows as if ready to draw for a weapon if not left for an alternative.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>