"It wouldn't be the first time I've had blood in my bed," Thomas said with a crooked smile. He'd bled enough on his sheets to nearly be an expert on how to wash them so it wouldn't stain. He'd been doing better lately but Darrow had a way of sending him home with scrapes, cuts, burns and bruises.

He shucked off his shorts, tossing them somewhere on his floor and then moving to lean back over Krem. He braced himself with a hand above Krem and smiled.

"So, no clothes now," he pointed out obviously. He still sounded amused. "What's next?"