You could consider this a kind of fight. Our bodies do the talking, there's intense passion in our actions, and you leave it with a satisfied and aching body.

[Wriothesley runs a long stripe up the length before sucking on the head for a moment, pulling off with a wet pop before stroking the shaft idly.]

I guess if you only think about fighting as either winning or losing in terms of beating your opponent, but I think it's more than that. Exchanging blows and learning the other's strengths and weaknesses. Learning your own. If you think about how fulfilling a fight can be, win or lose, is it still defeat?

[He teases the slit with his tongue before looking up with a grin.] Is it defeat when you leave with new experiences and a moment you'll remember well?