He couldn’t help but feel a little rise out of the twitch.  It was a victory, in some very small way, because he’d elicited a favourable reaction.  His chin even lifted to show that sense of accomplishment, even through Urudal’s following statements.  Have his heart?  They’d only just met.  Though perhaps there was something to falling for a strong partner in the man’s culture.  The Streduk had a similar outlook, admiring strength of body, will, and skill alike.<br/><br/>“Really?” he asked, both eyebrows raising in disbelief.  The dangerous blade crept closer, his steady hand keeping it just out of reach of precious flesh.  “I think I know which.  But what would all the other bounty hunters think?”  Ilion himself inched closer, enough to feel the heat coming from the other man’s body.  It was a delightful sensation, faint as it was, because his own wet skin was growing chill in the open breeze.  “The great Urudal Azolslag… and the White Lion?”  Ilion grinned.  “You might lose your good reputation, sir.”