Moving forwards, Daniel sat towards the end of the bed facing Michelle - his left leg resting up on the bed, with his right hanging down and foot flat against the floor. His boxer shorts had ridden a little further up his thighs as he sat down - showing a rather clean looking scar just above his right knee cap, showing signs of fading with age beneath the light amount of hair that graced his lower limbs.<br/><br/>'I've got some muscular heat rub in one of the side draws if you want it - I find it helps at the end of a long day of getting my arsed kicked. And if that doesn't help, I think theres probably a bottle of vodka in there with it. Just don't go getting the two of them mixed up!'<br/><br/>He threw her a grin of his own at her words - casting his eye down over the shotgun that now lay rested across his knees. 'I always thought it was supposed to be a guy's car that showed he was trying to compensate for something?'