"Sunny doesn't know a damn thing," he murmured back. His cheeks flushed when she pressed down against him, and he took a slow, steadying breath. One hand slid up and down her back, and the other pressed against her belly, then smoothed down over her hip and along her thigh all the way to her knee. "Romantically, no, but you know that. Physically... well." He shrugged slightly. "Yes, I have. It was good while ago, but it still counts, so."<br/><br/>He nudged her forehead and looked her in the eye, concerned all at once. "Does it bother you that I have?" he asked quietly, his hands resting where they sat on her thigh and lower back. "It didn't mean anything, not really. Especially not to her--she was older, a courtesan, and that was her way of thanking me for saving her and her group from a raider attack. I fought the raiders off of them, then we sat around their campfire after, drinking and celebrating. One thing led to another, and..." he shrugged. "They had moved on by morning, on to the next town. They were nomads, merchants and traders."