Kill me, Kill me, or let god solve it [King]

"I haven't had to fight before," Lochlann said, but as soon as the words were out of his mouth he knew it was a lie. He'd gotten jumped and he'd been attacked before. They were well deserved.

instead, he just laughed and said, "But I'm a lover, not a fighter, what can I say."

he shrugged and finally managed to take a bite of his sandwich.

he was thinking that maybe, maybe he should ask Milk about lessons. It might do him good to learn how to fend off the assault of the enigmatic bitch who had been stalking him and torturing him for almost two years.

"What are your lessons like?" he asked.

He swallowed, which was good timing because otherwise he would have choked when she asked him if he wanted training.

Yes, and, well, no.

"I don't know," he said, drawing small circles on the floor with the tip of his shoe.

He hesitated, but it was too late. She already knew what he was.

"I am a good runner, and a strong swimmer," Lochlann said. "I am very fast. But I don't know if I want to learn something that will make it harder for people to hurt me."

He realized he didn't know how to explain to her that he was afraid of fighting.

It wasn't that he was afraid of getting hurt--Lochlann had enough scars (and painful relationships) to prove the contrary. It was that he was afraid of hurting someone worse than he already could.

Despite his strong desire to drown and eat woman, Lochlann didn't actually want to hurt anyone. Well, not that he would admit at least.

"I'm good at sucking," Lochlann said. He didn't point out that constructive criticism usually offered something that he could gain from it.

"I don't know..." he said. He enjoyed her enthusiasm, but Lochlann looked reluctant. "I don't...I don't know if I'm the right sort of person to be a fighter. I don't know how I'd be able to pay you, either. Rent is a little high on right now."

Lochlann could think of a few ways he'd like to pay her, though.

Lochlann took another bite of his sandwich. He was a much slower eater than Milk, although that was probably because he was spending more time holding his sandwich and staring than actually eating.

He nodded, listening to what she said, and mumbled a small thanks".

He thought about it for another moment and then asked, "Could I come watch you train someone? Before I ask, or if I was going to ask, I mean?"

Lochlann thought and then said, "Well, I'm not working Tuesday nights. Do you teach anyone then? I could come and watch."

Between his assistantship with the necromancy teacher and his bartending gig, Lochlann did not have as much free time as he used to. Although, truthfully, he'd only ever had free time when it didn't matter.

Lochlann shook his head no in response to the forbidden forest. He'd never understood how people could be afraid of such a lovely place--of course, a witch had treid to eat him, but it might also have to do with the fact that Lochlann was one of the monsters they tended to warn people about.

"I like the forbidden forest," he said. "Do you train there?"