The man’s eyes were sparkling hungry for things. His words were vulgar worse than a pirate’s mouth. His body swayed obviously a little drunk while the bulge between his legs couldn’t go unnoticed. He didn’t see Xavier, or even if he did he thought he was one of the other guards who made it before he did.
“Lucky baster she even went still?” He questioned ironically as he fixed his falling pants “the bitch kept killing every man that touched her, now she went still between his arms” he criticized strongly objecting towards her unfair treatment.