Urudal stopped pulling when he felt the resistance. A pang of disappointment washed over him, but it was fair play.  The giant knew he should just let it all go and give it more time. Maybe his instincts were all wrong about Ilion. Maybe they weren't instincts at all.   The emotions and clues he was getting from the other man were polar opposites.  It seemed one moment there was desire, then the next there was hesitation. One moment he was flirting, the next he was quite literally pushing away.  He gave a short nod as he worked it through his head and came to some sort of conclusion.  Ilion was right, they barely knew each other.<br/><br/>Attraction can be at first sight, there was no denying that two people could connect right away. Trust and security and all that other stuff came later. Urudal had a few fast flings. Perhaps even a few of them started out over bad pickup lines in a bar on some space station, but nothing that didn't die out. Burned hot and burned out when one realized it wasn't going to be, for whatever reason.  Maybe Ilion was afraid of such things. Maybe Ilion was afraid of what might happen next if it didn't burn out. Maybe Ilion never had anyone who treated him like he was something to be valued.  There were too many possibilities to the equation at hand.<br/><br/>"I know."  He gestured to the syringe in Ilion's hand, the one that was supposedly full of medicine to help prevent infections and offer some pain relief.   Urudal continued, "you could have killed me just now and you did not. You could have shot me while I was unarmed twice and you did not.  Three times, dead."  He stood up and started to pull on the clean clothes he brought.  The clothes were made of leather again, simple pants and a long tunic that bared his arms.