He asks, "Are you well-answered, Aragorn?" as he slides the bolt on his door closed, and I know it is not so much a question as a challenge.

For he will not lie readily on his back or spread his thighs in invitation, yet with my hands on his body I will search out his secrets and tear them from him, slip past his defenses and open him from the inside until he lies trembling in my arms, begging for me to sheathe myself.

In battle he gives ground to no one, but he will yield himself to me.

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