Bariston grins as he hears that muttering and reaches out with his leg to hook his foot around the leg of her chair and drags her close, chair and all, "I like the way you think." He says as he slips an arm around her, his hand slipping under her arm on the opposite side to cup over her breast, pulling her in tight against his side as he presses his lips to hers.  He holds her like that for several long moments before breaking the kiss, "Mmm...it's been a while." He says as he lets her go, then stands, pushing his chair back out of the way as he puts himself in front of her, pushing his cloak apart and resting a hand on one hip, exposing the simple chain armor and leathers he wears. "I think you know what most men like right now, Miriam." He says, watching her with a smile.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>