"Let him be pissed. No one gets their hands on you, brat."

Sigurd glanced down at the shoes Mikkel had on and shook his head laughing at just how impractical they really were. Fine for being on the pole but useless for running or fighting in. Ah well---that massage and shower sounded really good about now.

"Shower? I never mentioned that but I see you're already thinking about my naked body under the hot jets I see."

The Swede got out of the car, paying the driver and then giving the Dane a quick ass pat. This is what he loved about the Dane. All the playfulness as well as the cocky brattitude.