<em>Bonesaw gets up and puts on the ring, flexing his claws and grinning for a moment with dark glee before turning to answer her question.<br/><br/>"It's a question of power. Blood and violence and the joy they give aside, it's a question of power. In the Blood War, I served another. Now, I serve you. The only time I can ever really do as I please is in a fight. So, tell me if you think wanting to be free to do as I please is really that unnatural a desire. The others have their own interests, their own likes, and you chose them for their usefulness in those fields. But you chose me because I could fight, I could fight dirty, and I could fight hard."<br/><br/>He shrugs, walking past her, pausing at the doorway.<br/><br/>"Take what you can; give nothing back. That's the demon way."<br/><br/>Surprisingly, he reaches back to ruffle her hair.<br/><br/>"Don't get killed. Less monotonous around here than it was in the Blood War, and my old sovereign would be pissed once I got back for 'abandoning' the field of battle."<br/><br/>With that, he walks out the door, presumably to go brawling.<br/><br/>Reaver seems to be done in the kitchen, and is tidying up the main hallway when Atelia exits, tilting her head towards the bedrooms.<br/><br/>"They finished, and I helped them clean the hallway. Just polishing off the details. They're in the bedroom, trying not to be fidgety and failing splendidly. Slightly more successful at keeping their hands off each other and themselves, but won't be for much longer."</em>