He waited to see what would be shot back his way.  It seemed like Urudal had something in mind, but at the last minute thought better of it and kept his comment to himself.  What followed was less play, more honest thoughts of the future.  They were sound ideas of what Urudal wanted for later in life, though how much later that would be remained to be seen.  What was the age of retiring?  He’d said he was in his prime.  How much longer would he feel the need to scour space for rogues and bandits?  Revenge seemed a fruitless endeavor that always left a person lacking, at least from what Ilion had seen and heard.<br/><br/>“My reputation?” he chuckled, his fingers slowly leaving the heated skin they’d been trapped against.  Now they felt too cold, just like the rest of him.  “You’d be one notch in my belt that I would showcase.  I don’t have to worry about being seen as good or moral, remember?  Sleeping with the enemy isn’t taboo for me.”<br/><br/>But he saw how much restraint Urudal was commanding and let it go.  It was actually quite admirable, even if it was misplaced.  Ilion went back to treating the man’s injuries, giving him a quick shot to help both the pain and inflammation before tackling the task of stitching up his leg.<br/><br/>“I’m not sure if I could retire.  I would have to save up the money for it.  I owe Ser-  Well.  I owe<i>someone</i>something, and that’s going to cost a lot,” he said, catching himself before revealing the name of his one friend.  “I wouldn’t feel right not finishing that, so I don’t have much of a choice.  But then I have no idea what I’d do with myself if I ever did retire.  I don’t come from a place like you, and I don’t belong in the sun.  I think… being what I am is all I have, and if I stop doing that, then what use am I?”  That made him laugh, though it lacked any true humour.  “More simply, it’s all I’ve ever known.”