He leaned back against the wall the bed rested against, letting the back of his head rest against the stone. It was cool to the touch, but not cold, due to the warmth of the fire within the room. "I'd love tea." He said, for the first time meaning it. He had never declined her offer, but in this moment he welcomed it. The warmth running down his throat and resting in his belly, the relaxing herbs against his senses, were all things he would relish as they spoke.
"Hey, tell me about that woman who was with you. I saw her in the house the morning I left to get this all ready. How do you know her?" He watched as she prepared the tea, kicking his boots off and bringing his legs up onto the bed. His voice was at its normal, neutral tone, no ice lingering nor fire.
