had he offended her? the roman did not think so -- she would have left him here at once, had it been so. instead she had appraised him with the frankness of a woman standing in a fishwife market, the coldness of her -- delight? -- striking as it lived in her eyes.
or his body. so, not only did she favor men, she thought of him as he did of her, at least for this moment. seutonius, strategist, tactician, campaigner -- he found himself unsure! of how to conceptualize this thought, and so he simply did not.
what an odd meeting.
beyond her he splashed with high legs, almost feeling a stallion in the motion; he submerged himself at once and rose with hardly a gasp, only a low hiss in the dim light. seutonius turned, glancing now for gjalla.
is your head cooled?dry. mischievous.

