She could tell that she had thrown him and even one of the others, Hadrian off guard.  She wasn't surprised.  Most are used to others who beat around the bush, dance around the subject.  Most people feared the truth or simply didn't have the courage to ask for it.  She had gone through enough in her time that she had no time for those games.  Not only did she dislike them, but they often simply lead to miscommunication and miscommunication can be the difference between life or death at a time like this.  When he finally lowered his head to the ground, she knew that her words may have effected him, if only a small bit.  Perhaps there was something there that could grow, but who knew?<br/><br/>She watched him as he spoke, taking a few steps away.<span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">"I do not presume to know it all, Father....just enough to get me by.  I am not as unintelligent as some tend to be, I am aware and watchful of what goes on around me and I've dealt with enough of these supernatural beings and even hunters enough to know the general behavior of most."</span></span>When he spoke of admiring her boldness and courage, a small smile graced her lips at his words.  Despite the position they were in, she felt she actually could respect this man.  She may have even liked him under other circumstances.  She watched him as he continued to speak as he approached her once more and her own electric blue eyes never left his own. She appreciated his honesty, as he had her boldness.  There was a glint to her eye, perhaps even a spark of mischief and amusement at his last words.<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, I'll be sure to fight, Father.  I always fight, always have.  That will never change."</span></span>She paused for a moment and tilted her head, letting fiery locks of hair shift around her pale face.<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"I can respect your honesty, Father.  Most don't hold those kinds of values and are too concerned with the other's reaction."</span></span><br/><br/>She would hold his gaze for a very long moment before she turned and moved past him, brushing only inches away from him as she moved towards the door.<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic"> "But come....let me show you around the camp and perhaps even to where you would stay."</span></span>She said, pausing at the entrance as one arm held open the flap.<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh and Father...?"</span></span>She said, with a coy smile curving those lips.<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"You have my word that I will not lay a hand upon you and yours.  With our numbers though, I can not control all of those who stay here.  I would sleep with a knife under your pillow, all of you, just in case.  Not all take so friendly as I do to slayers and priests."</span></span>She said with a wink and a smile before she moved to lead them out into the crowds of monsters around them.<br/><br/><br/>She would show them, pointing out each station of what was useful, such as the blacksmiths, the cooks, the armorers, the seamstresses, there was even a tent with consorts.  At that, she would give them each an amused smile, describing, should they need an escort's services, they are available for a price.  Apparently in war, a man sometimes has needs.  Or a woman. Who knew? She hoped that she got at least one of them to blush as she led them towards where the animals were kept.<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Avery, please come and meet our new guests..."</span></span>She called out to the girl and then turned to all three of the men.<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Here, we keep our livestock.  Avery keeps them healthy, groomed.  If you have a need for it, if she doesn't have it here, she'd know where to find it."</span></span>