After Taiga was pulled from his horse and settled into the tent Leif went to go and start removing the armor he’d donned for the attack. It wasn’t in Leif’s nature to enjoy wearing armor, just like it wasn’t there to enjoy killing another man. Despite his proficiency at his job the young redhead wasn’t a warrior, he didn’t look like one, nor did he really act like one in most contexts. So, it was a relief to shed the dented, but thoroughly shined breastplate along with the rest of the armor. He felt much more like himself when all he donned was the nicely made brown tunic, that reached down to about mid-thigh on him, along with the ragged buckskin breeches he’d worn beneath the various metal plates. He moved into the tent just as they were removing the gag from the young nobleman’s mouth. He reached upwards as he pressed through the opening, tying his hair back in a tight knot with the assistance of an old piece of green ribbon that he kept on his person at all times.<br/><br/>He stood directly to the side of Vidar then, looking rather out of place amidst the large, burly men. He was relatively small of stature, and certainly not thickly built with muscle as his peers were. Yet he’d earned a trusted spot amongst them anywhere for what he lacked in strength he made up for in cunning, as well as a staggering ability to ride nearly any horse he could have been placed upon. In fact, that had been his original position within the brigand, to break and train their horses. When they’d realized he was a solid archer, and not too shabby with a pair of lightweight swords either, they’d introduced him into their little cavalry as well. It was there amidst the lines of horsemen that he’d climbed up in the ranks until he’d rightfully earned his spot standing there at Vidar’s side. An underdog story, to be sure, but in a time where men didn’t root for the underdog. In a time where they’d much rather slaughter the weak and carry on with their gruesomely bloody lives.<br/><br/>The man’s brow raised up as Taiga spoke his name, and he chuckled softly at his charming compliments. He shook his head lightly as he smiled at the snarky gentleman, “Perhaps once your family has paid the ransom we can set up a celebratory polo match,” he commented lightheartedly, though his joking mannerisms were immediately med by a striking glare from Vidar. Needless to say, he was quick to quiet down afterward, but he offered Taiga a playful wink from his position just behind the band’s leader before clasping his hands at the small of his back again and listening quietly to what Taiga had to say. It wasn’t long before the man was making requests of them and Leif was the first to step forwards when Taiga requested a smoke. He glanced briefly at Vidar for confirmation that he was okay to approach their captive and he was met with a subdued bow of the older male’s head. Leif moved forward and crouched down in front of Taiga, examining the man briefly before continuing.<br/><br/>“If Vidar allows it I’ll bring you with me to get washed up after all of this bullshit. You’re our captive but that doesn’t mean you need to stay nasty and miserable the entire time you’re here with us,” he murmured as he leaned in a bit closer to pull the man’s jacket away from his body ever so slightly. As he leaned even closer to fish the smokes from the man’s pocket he was met with a surprise which he wouldn’t have classified as unpleasant had they not had an audience. Taiga had leaned forward as Leif had moved closer and now their lips were sealed together in a kiss that, while brief, left the men behind him bristling. Unlike Leif many of the large band of bandits and sellswords found Taiga to be thoroughly distasteful. Whether it be because of his proclivity towards pretty men, or his slimy personality, or perhaps a mixture of the two remained to be seen. But either way, seeing him interact like so with one of their own clearly made a number of Vidar’s closest recoil. Leif jerked his head back, smothering a playful grin as he reached up to place one of the little tubes between his acquaintance's lips, reaching into the breast pocket of his tunic and withdrawing a match to light it up with before standing and stepping back to his spot behind Vidar.<br/><br/>After the little show on the part of Taiga Vidar jumped directly back into their quiet negotiations as though nothing had happened, ever the professional man. Leif stood back and listened with a certain level of admiration as Taiga talked circles around the generally ever present and aware Vidar. This man was damn good at what he did, and what all noblemen did, and that was talk. They could talk there way into and out of most things Leif had learned through the years. It was rather amusing to watch, though not quite as pleasant when you realized you were being subjected to the noble tongue. For now, though, Leif just stood back and watched with a small smirk on his lips as Taiga underhandedly controlled the situation despite his position, bound and discarded.