[ Focused on the ring, Spike perhaps doesn't notice the smile that breaks out across Armand's face, a little to wide and too full of teeth. ]
I wouldn't dream of it.
[ Drowning, after all, won't work on a man who can't breathe. He'll have to rip his throat out first. A pity, since it will spoil his pretty looks.
Armand leans back as Spike comes splashing into the water, keeping the ring available but just out of reach, kicking off the muddy slope beneath the surface to wallow deeper. He waits for another swipe, judging the angle and timing for a moment when Spike is off balance, hampered by his boots and the mud -- and lunges for him, catching his arm in a vice-hard grip as he pulls him forward, hard, relying on his own momentum to carry him into the water, where Armand can wrap his arms and legs around him and pull him close enough to sink his teeth into his neck. ]
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I wouldn't dream of it.
[ Drowning, after all, won't work on a man who can't breathe. He'll have to rip his throat out first. A pity, since it will spoil his pretty looks.
Armand leans back as Spike comes splashing into the water, keeping the ring available but just out of reach, kicking off the muddy slope beneath the surface to wallow deeper. He waits for another swipe, judging the angle and timing for a moment when Spike is off balance, hampered by his boots and the mud -- and lunges for him, catching his arm in a vice-hard grip as he pulls him forward, hard, relying on his own momentum to carry him into the water, where Armand can wrap his arms and legs around him and pull him close enough to sink his teeth into his neck. ]