"Yeah, I figured that's why he carved his fucking initial into my body." She said, a hint of bitterness managing to make it through the haze. "Considered when it happened just carving over it, but I feel like he'd just... pick a new spot." The thought sparked her own fury, and she hated being marked like that. It felt almost like when she was back in the pits. The torment she suffered, the scars she was still bearing that she could never be rid of. Reminders. Her body had reminders of fucking everything she had ever done and everyone that had ever hurt her.

"But that's why I offered sex initially. Maybe once he's done being pissy about me winning that fight I can suggest it - but my stipulation that you get me first still stands." A beat. "If you want it."

She quirked a brow. "A counsellor?"