"Oh? Hmm, I can understand that. Y'know it's not always frills and ceremony being a knight y'know. Goblins are especially messy. Blood and grime everywhere. And when you have to go into their lairs, it only gets worse. They're particularly smelly. They have an odor that lingers on the line between rot, blood, and fresh mud. It's very repugnant. And when they capture their victims, they hold them."
Her hands rose up and captured Roman underneath his left shoulder and her other arm around his neck, hands meeting behind him, ignoring the spiked pain her back. Adrienn pressed herself close to him, in taking his scent. "Peach," she found herself murmuring, her eyes briefly catching his and twisting her body to throw him over her legs and pin him against the bed, holding him down with her weight.
"Like so. And mark lines on their faces and body, along the edges of bone," she said gently. Pulling her arm out from underneath him, she let her index finger trace along his cheekbones and over the bridge of his nose, and touched carefully around his eyes. His bright eyes. She smirked, just a little. "To see where they best can hack away the meat. They keep the best parts for dinner, I'd imagine," she whispered, leaning in close to his lips. "After all, hunger is a very natural instinct."