"You're so smart," I said."Was that sarcasm I heard?" That was said in her 'I have a day in Rank on you and I'm never going to let you forget it, ' vo...ce."Would I do that to you? Sir?" I always called her Sir ... and never Ma'am. Ma'am is not a proper response for a superior officer. No matter WHAT the mucky mucks say.When in military company I always call her Commander. At home she's Grace or Little Sis. I mean, we're not really in the Navy ... not really. But until someone gets mad about it. I can see in Oma’s eyes that he is beside the pocket doors somewhere on my left. I resist the urge to acknowledge it, the slightest Oma glance confirms that I am right to ignore him, to let him search for me in the crowded room.His voice is perfect, calm but having an impatient undertone as he is greeted. He is courteous but not looking for any of the pleasantries which are so necessary in times like these. He wants me, needs to see me, breathe me in, ravish me and I want him to want this, to. Looking at the Dark Lord he couldn't help but see James' face but it was different somehow.While James' features had possessed a certain gentleness and peace Demus' features reflected none of these things. Even as Demus ignited his own lightsaber the movement was quick and efficient compared to the hesitation of James.While James Darkblade had been a great warrior he had often tried to diffuse the situation before it came to fighting. More often than not he was reluctant to attack even if he. The pair hit the floor hard. Alex's hand groped for the axe, but suddenly another attacker jumped on him. Alex abandoned the weapon; he had to get up.He bucked and twisted himself around, working to get his arms and legs underneath him. The one who'd pulled him down squirmed around his waist, wrapping his little legs around Alex's knee. Alex got an arm free and reached down, yanking on the attacker's hood, hand clawing at the smaller man's face. The skin was rough and unyielding, like tearing.