Smirked as Isabella gave her silent demands, it was certainly clear what he had to do, especially as a man of great honor (!). He had already turned away from the dragoness, looking back to the trees to find a proper stick that he could carve into a fishing spear.<br/><br/>The knight indeed found what he needed, glancing over to catch the peeping dragoness from behind her tree looking back at him as if he killed her child. He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes before leaning over to grasp the stick, bringing it to a rock so he could sit down and begin working. Removing a curved dagger from his boot, he began shaving the edge of the rather curved stick to form a point. It wasn’t the best, likely made a better bow than anything else, but it would have to do if he was going to taste that meat he so craved.<br/><br/>Half done, his eyes caught a glimmer in the distance, his eyes almost drawn to it by instinct alone. What he saw he really didn’t expect, the full, curvaceous form of a woman practically bouncing as she darting towards the water. Words of the past, of being considered a ‘pervert’ as something a knight should avoid at all costs meant very little at that moment. His eyes only averted for a moment before he quite openly looked up and directly at her almost divine figure. Her flowing hair draped over her form though did little to hide the curves that stuck out the most, giving him an almost calming sight, if a bit arousing. While typical male thoughts coursed through his head, he had taken the time to be grateful that the world still held true beauty within it, and he wasn’t about to let that go.<br/><br/>It wasn’t until she had dove into the water and found a place to settle, and glare at him did he finally lower his gaze, not bothering to hide what he had been doing only moments prior. Returning to carving out the edge of the spear, he’d feel content, placing it beside him before he began working off his boots. With a heavy thud, they’d come to rest beside him before he stood, working off the rest of his armor, one piece at a time. It was clear it required another to take it off easily, and he almost seemed confused as to where each binding was, having had it on for so long without removal.<br/><br/>After several minutes he was left in linen pants which were rolled up to his knees, his tanned form was stained with a mix of blood and dirt that was likely  there for months, if not years. Outside of the usual filth, his form was tarnished with countless scars from combat, many displaying close calls or flesh that had once been poisoned and slowly healed with minor discoloration around the blades entry.  Picking the spear up, he moved to the water’s edge, keeping his gaze forward, NOW resisting temptation for Isabella’s sake. Turning away, his back held two, quite different scars from the usual, parallel to each other on either side of his spine and reaching the small of his back. They were wide, jagged as if great effort took place to cause whatever damage he had sustained.<br/><br/>He’d creep into the water, careful that his movements did not draw attention to the fish and scare them away. Hovering the tip of the spear just above the water, he slowly moved, following the pattern of a particularly large salmon, only for a lightning quick reflex to kick in, plunging the spear into the water and piercing the fish in his first attempt. Pulling it at an angle as to not lose his catch, he’d pull free a still squirming fish, beaming contently as he stares at their meal of the night.