Erin pulled the blanket tight around her, snugging into it a bit as it warmed her against the cold as well as the idea that such a threat had been just downstairs.  Maybe she should have taken the opportunity to leave, afterall.  The fact that the man had even thought to offer was kind, though.  Most she'd traveled with wouldn't have noticed, let alone bothered with a blanket if they did.  "You think it could have been a drow?  I don't think I've ever talked to anyone who's actually seen one.  Just the stories that go around, you know.  What are they like?"<br/><br/>Now that he'd set the sword down and she was nicely covered by the blanket, she faced him easily as he undressed.  He was certainly better to look at than most, and it was clear he'd made his way in the world using his strength.  There were a number of scars.  Curious.  Would it be too forward to ask about them?  Probably just random battle scars.  Soldiers surely picked up a range over the years.<br/><br/>She chuckled at his assurances that he didn't bite, wondering if she should make some kind of comment back, but she'd never been much good at that kind of banter, or flirting in general, really.  She laid the blanket on the chair next to her clothes and walked over to the bed, crawling under the blankets and scooting her body next to his.  She wasn't entirely sure what he'd want to do next, so better to let him take the lead.  She was his guest, after all.