England's hand relaxes slightly around the handle of the poker, though he doesn't let go of it completely. He turns so that he can face in the direction that the voice is coming from, and by the doorway, he can faintly see the outline of a young woman by the firelight.
He weighs his options. He'll be very, very cross if she attacks him, but the likelihood that she'd win is probably pretty low. Most of the people here haven't been fighting for nearly as long as England has, he's sure.]
...I might be willing, if you are. [Subtly: 'You'd better not plan to kill me for it.']
gently shrieks
England's hand relaxes slightly around the handle of the poker, though he doesn't let go of it completely. He turns so that he can face in the direction that the voice is coming from, and by the doorway, he can faintly see the outline of a young woman by the firelight.
He weighs his options. He'll be very, very cross if she attacks him, but the likelihood that she'd win is probably pretty low. Most of the people here haven't been fighting for nearly as long as England has, he's sure.]
...I might be willing, if you are. [Subtly: 'You'd better not plan to kill me for it.']