A bell rings and an angel gets its wings, while bright white pain sparks up Luka's body. He saw the flash of joy on her face, felt it in her fists as she launches and starts mauling him. He turns his pretty face away from her dominant side, and takes the rest of his medicine. Until the crotch shot, at which point he lets out a howl and hooks her head and shoulder in one long arm. Locking them in a clench Luka tenderizes Bethan's stomach, crowding them together and using his strength to keep her away from his soft spots. He plays the marimba on her ribs and then unhooks his arm, throwing his own elbow into her cheekbone.

Like her, he's laughing in the closeness of the fight.