"Nay miss, I'm not the type to put you over my shoulder." he smirked once more. He took a few slow steps closer to her. "I'm more of the type to make you beg." he spoke, his voice a deep whisper.
Violent thoughts ran through his mind, sometimes he was rather violent in the passion of the moment. He often left his bedmates with small injuries. "Now tell me.... Do you really think you want to join me in my quarters. I'm no gentleman."