<span style="font-style: italic">"I coooouuld... But why so interested?"</span>She said, giggling mischievously and leering at the man, who looked back with a relaxed look.<span style="font-style: italic">"I don't think I've even gotten your name."</span>Blake could not argue this woman wanting to know his name. After all, not everyone would be wholly content with some hooded stranger who merely told them he was a sell-sword looking for some work.<br/><br/>"You went out of your way to silence my stomach... Where I've forgotten my manners." He said, his right hand reaching up, pulling his hood back. He turned to her, turning to her with midnight hues flashing some teeth as well. His flowing silver hair falling down the sides of his face.<span style="color: #0040FF">"I am known as Blake... And who might you be, ma'am? </span>