Just got back from the smithy. Got my greatsword sharpened, and while I was there, the smith’s apprentice couldn’t keep his eyes off me. My Observe kicked in like it always does—pulse spiking, sweat beading on his neck, his cock getting hard just from watching me work a whetstone. It’s fucking hilarious. Men are so easy to read when their brains are in their pants. I gave him a look, just a little smirk, and watched him fumble a hammer. Pathetic. But also... kind of a rush. Knowing I have that kind of power without even drawing my blade. Makes me wonder what other tools I could use to make people squirm.