Years of training and reading the body language of opponents really paid off at that moment in time for Orion. The language in her body shifted just a fraction, just that small be to know what was coming and to allow for him to be prepared for it. Still it was some kiss, felt himself almost lost in it as his arms moved to wrap about her waist and pull her against him as he returned the kiss.<br/><br/>Growing up Orion knew that he was exceptional, not only in terms of his strengths and speed but also in terms of his looks. He was a man who was very aware of the affect that his gaze could have on a woman, how certain subtleties and soft spoken words could often get the desired effect. Did he use his looks and charm to just use a woman then leave her? Never. His mother raised him to respect women to the utmost standards and in a way what he felt that he did with a woman, did to her was grant her the pleasure that not only did she desire but sometimes needed. Often men would think nothing but of themselves and their own satisfaction leaving a woman only partially if at all satisfied, which to him was just blasphemy.<br/><br/>In a way he cared for every women he has ever been with, even his very first. Illiana a very lovely young priestess back home who, earned the privilege to instruct the head priestesses favored and only son in the art of relations between a man and a woman. It was through her instruction that he learned so much, it was through learning to read her body that was able to apply that to even his combat training. The panting and moaning of a woman close to climax, could be applied to a winded and wounded opponent. Took keen eyes, ears and hands to do what he did both in and out of the bed, it was a skill he was proud of and took his time to share freely with willing women. Though he was always careful to ensure the women drank an infusion of special herbs prior to their activities. He wants to leave them with a pleasurable experience one they will remember for the rest of their lives, but with his wander lust he could not chance any of them getting with his child. No, he could and would never do that to a woman or a child of his making. When he finally settled down and stopped wandering then yes he would gladly have a family, give his mother those grandchildren she has been bugging him about.<br/><br/>As soon as it began the kiss ended and she walked from him like it had never happened and Orion did not dwell on it. She had her reasons for kissing him and he was just happy to have been the one to be there to grant her what if any pleasure she received from it. He followed silently and obediently into the kitchen, taking the pot with a bow of his head. Preparing to carry it outside to the water pump he had noticed on the way in when he saw her looking about like she needed something.<br/><br/>Glancing about the kitchen he noted how there were not the usual knives one would find hanging in the kitchen or even on the table as it was in most homes. That was rather odd but then again he had a feeling she was not an ordinary woman, especially with how she continued to mumble about in Draconic with near perfect pronunciation. Taking a chance and wanting to make up for upsetting her earlier he came up behind her and produced a steel knife this time. Reaching around to lay it on the table before her, "Allow me to assist you m'..." he almost slipped up but changed it at the last moment, "My Sagari" using a word from the language of his mother's people meaning sanctuary for in a way thats what she was.<br/><br/>With that done he turned and left with the pot in hand to fill and bring back for boiling.