"Don't need to think. Know it like I know the reach of my sword and the sound of your footsteps, like I know when you're acting tough 'cause you're actually interested and when you're acting tough because you need me to stop." Erin breathes in deep, still nuzzling, enjoying Daisy's light touch, the scent of her body and the blood here in the bar. "...I know we're complicated, and you don't like Crabb, and there's shit that's gone down and will go down and you don't like being here and -" Breathe in, breathe out. In. Out. "And you're worth it. I wanna call you mine, my sovereign. Can I?"