He threw her sharply to the ground. He glared down at her, sweat running down her golden skin; shining on her thighs and face; her heart beating out a samba. Not as tough as she thought she was. He nodded his head to the music of her over-worked heart, slowly unfastening his belt and the buckles on his trousers. He pulled them off, flinging them viciously in her direction, still dancing to the music of the blood.