He'd never for a moment thought Honou had been a slaver, but hearing it said aloud was reassuring, he had to admit. He sighed, bringing their interlocked hands up to rest between them.
"Alright. Solid plan." He gave a small, crooked smile. "And hey, if it all goes to shit we always have a dragon waiting as backup," he offered jokingly.
His eyes lit on the crescent marks his fingernails had left on Honou's hips and he winced slightly. "Really am sorry about that," he muttered, flushing a little from embarrassment. He twisted to press his lips quickly to the spot, looking up at the elf sidelong as he did so. Settling back down beside him, he murmured without thinking, "I never want to hurt you."