As she mentioned his looks, his eyes opened, looking right at her with a smile."Thank you... I think..." He said softly, shaking his head some as she moved to the bed, speaking out about how small the couch was. The offer was broken at best, but looked to the couch, knowing a recipe for bad leg circulation when he saw it. Being a rogue, his legs were his best asset. Most of his fighting came from his agile nature. He didn't have much strength, though his body would say different. As she laid in the bed, he shrugged to her comment about another fight."They are truly unfair, but they are not stupid. They had to have lost quite a bit of good soldiers. I don't think they would blindly send us into something else..." He said softly, vamping his way into the bed, pulling the covers over himself.<br/><br/>"Either way, we will be safe as long as your knife holds up..." He laughed, poking fun at her ingenuity. He wasn't trying to start a fight, just doing what he did. He was also a deep seeded mentalist, getting into people's head to make sure they were on guard all the time. He stretched out in the bed, the salve holding up nicely. At this rate, he could pull it out within the hour. The blood had coagulated perfectly. Soon it would be nothing but another scar. This pleased him some as he shut his eyes."By the way... Now that we have a weapon, If your not too proud, I can teach you some things. After all, if they are going to make this team thing the norm, I need to know I can trust you..." He said softly. There wasn't a bit of jest or making fun of her at all. His voice was more out of concern. She was good, and knew her way with a blade, but if she was going to make it through here, she needed to be better. Something told him tomorrow was going to yield some more trouble.<br/><br/>"Only if you don't mind taking some instruction..." He said unsure of her response, only to turn to his back and close his eyes, waiting patiently for the sweet embrace of healing sleep to take him away.