Vegas snorts a laugh. "Kim's about as willing to give something to me as Khun is. I think they'd both let me die before giving up a part of themselves." That? That he's sincere about. He's honestly still surprised Kinn's giving him another chance. It's easy for him to forget that Kinn was just as much a pawn in their fathers' games as he was.

Everything is healing as well as can be expected. Too bad there are no plastic surgeons in medieval times to help fix up the after-effects. Vegas is a little too vain to want scars. It's bad enough he has one on his fucking face. Well, at least he knows Pete won't mind them much.

He sighs quietly, perhaps with a little hesitance, before sliding out of his undershorts. It was Vegas who asked for the bath. No sense in feeling shy now.