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[For Regina] Seduction, or Romance?

When the knock came, on his door this time, he had candles lit and wine poured. Some might consider it romantic, or seductive, definitely seductive.

Not that seduction was strictly required, or romance either, not for the vaguely undefined primarily sexual relationship they had. But he liked it, and he knew she would as well. Despite himself he'd come to like the queen, enjoyed talking to her almost as much as he enjoyed sleeping with her. And she knew, she'd figured out that he couldn't offer more so it was safe.

He wouldn't hurt a woman the way he'd hurt Ciara, not again. But as long as Regina was content with having him in her bed without a promise of anything else he was happy to provide... romance.

And seduction.

He opened the door for her with a smile.

"Highness."

[For Regina] Pent up Energy

It was inevitable really that he would start to feel like a caged animal again, there was only so much nightly runs and long workouts could do to sooth the animal that didn't like being trapped. Normally he'd find a willing woman and work off some raw energy, but that wasn;t feasible at the moment.

Dyson didn't usually have trouble finding female company if he wanted it but there were two things putting a crimp in his usual style (so to speak). One, there weren't that many people at the Inn, not compared to the city he'd come from and as such indiscriminate womanizing, probably not wise.

Two lived next door.

He thought about knocking on her door, and suggesting a mutually beneficial arrangement where they were... mutually beneficial, and didn't talk since that usually ended up with them arguing. But as he went to knock he remembered Snow. He remembered the things she'd said about Snow and her past and he decided that the better part of valor or not discretion was way less likely to get him thrown across the room again.

So instead of propositioning his neighbor he pulled on workout clothes and went to the sauna, maybe a little steam would help him relax and sleep. Once there he stripped down, tossed his clothes in a locker and was soon kicked back in the dark sauna enjoying the heat.

[For Regina] Working it Out

Dyson was restless, he seemed to be restless all the time lately, not unironically like a caged animal. He went hunting. He ran (both in human and wolf form). He paced his tacky room. He explored the limits of the world of the inn.

And after he'd discovered the gym with the improvised heavy bag he'd spent a good part of each evening beating on the thing.

Better to work out his restless aggression that way than on someone else.

Tonight he was heading back to his room, sweaty and barefoot with knuckles taped and bloodied, wearing a pair of low slung sweatpants from the little shop so they were an unfortunate color, and a tank undershirt.