The fool didn't remember I loved my knives so I didn't remind him but simply waited as I righted myself on the bed. He stripped as he walked towards me. I would stab him rather than bed him, it mattered not that I wanted him. It was a matter of pride that was all I had left. Thankfully he left on his jockey that clearly left nothing to my imagination but jumped on the bed. I never wait for a better opportunity so I used the one I was given and aimed for his stomach. I almost made it to but he clearly anticipated it