"When have I lied to you?" Still, Thomas was right that he'd probably stand a better chance with a cane or something, the way that Kaz or Grantaire fought, instead of just hand to hand. But that would be a whole different group of fighters.

"Maybe you'll just watch, if you decide to come," Krem murmured, not really pulling away from their lips brushing. He gently pulled Thomas over top of him, fitting himself underneath his warm chest. His ribs twinged uncomfortably, bruises and something more than that. "You can give me disapproving looks after all my fights."