One day Grell will learn to never joke at his expense.

Truthfully, he's hoping that day never comes.

After he steals yet another Unseelie gift — a knife this time, one that had been thieved by a woman with a tall, statuesque figure and a lust for blue eyes, accompanied by a lanky kid with thick, messy dark hair and a scar as ugly as his own — he receives yet another treasure on his doorstep.

It's not an explosion. It's not the head of a teddy bear. It's not even a message for the wider audience to know Grell Sutcliffe hates the guts of her newly revealed secret admirer.

It's the drawing of him being eaten alive by a lion.

And so, for the creative soul he thinks himself to be, a few months after the delivery, with said months being quiet on both their ends, Luke tracks down a lion and steals it. It's tiny, a small, fluffy thing; its paws are large and his nails sharp, its fur as soft as he thinks a cloud should be, and its mouth as wide as a fully-grown lion's, especially when it yawns.

He doesn't take a Snapchat and send it to her with the communicator he's since stolen from one of her friends. He sends her a video instead.

In his arms is a lion cub, licking the side of his face. Its paws press against his collarbone as he smiles down at it. A voice off-camera grunts "Action!" and the tail of a blue snake slithers out of view before Luke even looks up with a wide grin.

Looking back down at the cub, he lifts its paw and taps its shoulder. "Look," he says, but the lion ignores him. "Wave to Mom." He lifts its paw and looks up at the camera. "Hi Mom. We'll be visiting you real soon."

A few days later, he mails her a present. Instead of a stuffed bear, he sends her a stuffed lion with a note with a red ribbon wrapped around its neck.

You don't want to hurt our baby, now, do you?

xoxo Hubby.