Only partly was he aware of what the other was doing, he could hear the noises as Layne coughed up blood, heard him groaning and heard the noises as he started to salvage the bodies of the griffins. He ran his fingers through his hair, not willing to move from the spot, but thankfully Layne didn’t make it worse by giving him crap for it. It was definitely a rare moment, but maybe he sensed the the one from the wolf school didn’t quite act as either his usually nonchalant or angry self.
When Layne sat across him, Lambert simply raised his gaze at first to meet the cat eyes of the other, trying to gather his thoughts for a few seconds, letting the silence spread, so the only noises around them were the sounds of the forest.
“ So… is that… really fun for you, getting the shit beaten out of you? “
He couldn’t help but feel a little bit puzzled. He liked to beat people up because it gave them the pain they did not want and taught them a lesson. But apparently with Layne that was absolutely not the case. He hasn’t quite had an idea of that until now, as their confrontations, though frequent, only were restricted to the exchange of harsh words. And this conflict was strangely enlightening for different reasons. Layne was crazier than he thought, but what felt a more personal experience, was that the extent of enjoyment he himself got out of that. He couldn’t quite lie about it either to himself, as maybe not in this context but Lambert knew the feeling well. He felt aroused. Looking at Layne it wasn’t even an obvious attraction, and he was fairly certain that Layne’s person had little to do with it, at least his actual looks. But he couldn’t help seeing his hand on his throat and his bloodied smile over and over again in his mind. It felt like an urge that rushed over him, something he usually visited the brothels for, but he never even would have dreamt of hurting the women there. He didn’t even think he could feel any sort of attraction towards men. Maybe he just felt this undeniable attraction to violence.
His heart was slowing but he needed to get those images out of his head.
There was still a fair amount of blood gathering in his mouth. A fair enough amount that had him spitting a few more times before the penny taste was gone. Once more he coughed but that was it. Afterwards, he went back to putting things away and cleaning himself off. The griffin did less damage than Lambert did but he didn’t care for it. His armor was intact, nothing was torn, but his swords would need a little bit of sharpening. Oh well.
His water pouch was taken out and unscrewed as the other raised up the question. One of his brows quirked before he took a swig. The water was moved about in his mouth before he spit it out, clearing what he could before taking an actual drink. The skin was recapped and set beside him on the ground before he looked to his fellow witcher. Attracted to him from day - was it two or three? definitely not day one - Layne had never felt energy between them like he had in that moment. It was the only thing that pushed him close enough to almost jumping the man. But that was gone and he was fairly docile now.
“ I actually don’t like gettin’ hit. Bein’ punched fuckin’ hurts so I’d rather avoid it. Your hand on my throat, though - that’s another thing. ”
And he was absolutely shameless with revealing that. Being choked was about as fun as being punched but pressure on his throat was something he could get off to. Just feeling his own pulse, the very slight pressure that would gather along his face, it made things interesting. But that wasn’t really a full answer to the question that was given. Did he even find a hand at his throat fun in any way? Not necessarily.
“ I like the RUSH of a fight. My blood gets pumpin’ and the energy gets me goin’. There was a lot of it comin’ from you when you decided to hit me. ”
That was what he focused on. That was what always got to him, whether he was fighting a beast or killing people who deserved it. The fight and the blood and the pure energy from it all. He could get drunk from it so easily.