could somebody check my pulse? it's been a minute since i've tasted blood. i forgot how good this was
Henry's curious to see this little woodpecker he mentions but, he won't detract from the training the man's trying to accomplish just yet. Plus, his eyes flash back up from his thoughts when Oliver's words take on a... playful, provoking nature. Surprise raises Henry's brows. His arms remain crossed though, and there's a skeptical smirk on his face as he listens to Oliver's invitation to try something fun.
"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," Henry remarks, lifting one brow a little higher. He relaxes his arms to his sides and begins to unfasten his cloak, to be free of anything unnecessarily weighing him down. His shirt beneath is long-sleeved but tight against his torso, showing off the muscles that ripple there. He nods to Oliver encouragingly as he folds up his cloak and sets it aside. "I'm listening...?" He begins to roll up his sleeves in anticipation of this... 'fun idea'.
"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," Henry remarks, lifting one brow a little higher. He relaxes his arms to his sides and begins to unfasten his cloak, to be free of anything unnecessarily weighing him down. His shirt beneath is long-sleeved but tight against his torso, showing off the muscles that ripple there. He nods to Oliver encouragingly as he folds up his cloak and sets it aside. "I'm listening...?" He begins to roll up his sleeves in anticipation of this... 'fun idea'.
HENRY
