Knowing that she wouldn't let up until he relented, Ilias began maneuvering out of the top half of his clothing. It hurt where the fabric pulled at his wound, but eventually he managed to finish. He was an incredibly attractive man, with a statuesque figure that could have been chiseled by the gods themselves, and bronze skin that almost appeared to glow.
But Lael was much more concerned about the deep gash that was steadily weeping brackish blood.