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"Huge." Lukas drawled the word, humor flickering in his eyes despite his mouth holding the neutral status quo. Following her lead, he strode to the weapons wall and considered the variety. Finally, he reached up and lifted down a extremely serious-looking ax. It would not have been out of place in a movie about Vikings.

Or homicidal lumberjacks.

Lukas hefted it as if it weighed hardly anything at all and settled the haft in his palms, holding it parallel to the floor. Then he gave it a little spin. The light reflected off the sharp blade of the ax-head. He chuckled, shifted it, and moved to hang it back on the wall. "It doesn't have a lot of finesse," he admitted, "but it makes a big and effective mess."



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If he were surprised by the younger woman's forwardness, Lukas gave no sign other than a slight raising of one eyebrow for a long moment. Instead he seemed to be giving the returned bow all of his attention. Then he turned his head slightly in her direction and revealed a smirk that could only have been described as s**t-eating. He moved forward and reached around her to pick up the bow she had only just set down, his arm brushing hers briefly. "Both," he replied. "There's a time and place for everything, yeah? But messes are usually more fun."

Subtle like a brick to the head, that's what this petite little thing was. Nonetheless, Lukas could not keep himself from rewarding her balls with a wolfish grin. After all, he was not really in any place to judge; he had about as much tact as a freight train himself. He also appreciated her sense of humor. Fast and a bit filthy. Rocking back on his heels, he gave her another once-over. "Oh, yeah?" he drawled. "Is that a proposition for a bit of hand to hand? I thought you were finished with your work out."