Valeriano couldn’t hide his grin at the news, and he moved his hand to grasp the hilt of Rosa as he almost believed that she had started to sing. It had been too long since he had had a proper fight. Long months of simple missions had bored him, too many soft targets who never put up enough of a fight. But here was something that he could really get excited about. The attractive Sabina was long gone from his mind, despite her rolling around on the floor with her sister just moments ago. When there was blood to be shed, there was only room in Valeriano’s heart for one woman, Rosa. 

His life since leaving the life of Luca behind him had been a never ending rush, of blood, of drink, of wealth, and of women. But Rosa was the only constant through them all. He knew that she was not originally his, that that spoilt little lording had her first, but the two had come to understand each other. She yearned to be used, and he was all too happy to grant her wishes.

He’d only been half listening to the couple of other Dusthawks that had been voicing their concerns, but now that his blood was pumping, only one thought was on his mind, and he grinned again as he glanced at Valrel. 

[b]“If you want to make sure they don’t run, you know I’m the man to make sure they can’t. Rosa’s been thirsty for a long time, and I’m not the sort of man to leave any woman waiting.”[/b]

Regaining his swagger for a moment, Valeriano smirked, glancing around and catching the eye of Arelia and winking before continuing, his hand still resting on the hilt of his sword. 

[b]“The rest of you can worry about how to get the guns, and what to do with them once we have them. Just point me in the right direction, and I’ll handle any Thorns. How many of the bastards should we be expecting?”[/b]