"I guess I can't really blame you, you chose to follow your father, and I just happened to follow mine." She took another sip of her drink, her stomach and leg sore, but feeling better. "I have respect for you Scott," she could trust him. Or at least she felt like she could, "and you wouldn't be the same if you was a Knight. I don't think it would suit you." She had looked back at him, her blue eyes looking him over. "Forever, huh?"