He'd given himself completely to me. He jerked me a little toward him, not hard, but enough that I planted my feet and set up for not being pulled any closer. I'll see what I can do. I know that many acted as if I were this beautiful, but I have no paintings of my old face.
I walked over to him and touched his shoulder. My reputation is shit among the other Ulfrics. I don't mean cultures that have ritual cannibalism. I had a sawed-off that had started life as an Ithica 37, but now was just used for in-close vampire blasting.